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Praise for the writing of Camille Anthony Werewulf Journals 1: Wild in the City This short novel was riveting -- I st...

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Praise for the writing of Camille Anthony

Werewulf Journals 1: Wild in the City

This short novel was riveting -- I started it about 10 p.m. one night, thinking I would read a few pages before going to bed. I kept saying to myself, “Just a few more pages...” until I finished it and discovered it was midnight! Thank goodness this seems to be the first in a series. Keep writing, Camille! -- Jean, Fallen Angel Reviews This reviewer was very impressed. Werewulf Journals 1: Wild in the City is not a welcomed addition to my book collection, it is a MUST HAVE addition!!! I look forward to the next installment of this series. -- Faith Jacobs, Just Erotic Romance Reviews I found the characters in this story to be fantastic. The humor itself will have you in stitches. The love story opens doors to the imagination in most usual ways. The love scenes between Hunter and Melody gives true meaning to the title Wild in the City. Enjoy! -- Diane Tugman, The Romance Studio Ms. Anthony blows the “norm” out of the water with this story and I’m curious to see where she takes it. Kudos, Ms. Anthony, for the unusual twist you give this story! -- Pam L., A Romance Review Ms. Anthony throws the predictable shifter story in the dust and gives the reader a unique, fascinating and satisfyingly erotic read. This is definitely a keeper. -- Jennifer Brooks, Coffee Time Romance

Werewulf Journals 1: Wild in the City is now available from Loose Id.

WEREWULF JOURNALS 2: TROLLING FOR LOVE

Camille Anthony

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For substantial explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable (exhibitionism, sex with shapeshifters in shapeshifted form, violence).

Werewulf Journals 2: Trolling for Love Camille Anthony This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Prologue

His biological clock wasn’t the only one ticking. Time was running out -- for him and the world of men while Hunter McCallum fell in love. Chase McCallum turned from the bay window in the study of his posh high-rise penthouse in Atlanta, Georgia, his lean, whipcord body moving with the practiced, easy flow of well-trained muscles.

Damn Hunter for snatching that Breed female out from under me. I need her, need a mate right now, not four years down the damn road! Trying to control the frustrated anger boiling just under the surface, Chase shifted restlessly, leaning his head back against the cool glass of the huge picture window. He stared at the worried messenger standing before him, literally shaking with fear. The sight and smell of the younger male’s fear calmed him like nothing else could have. A true Alpha never took unfair advantage of those under his protection. Much as he wanted to rip at something -- or someone -- for this serious setback, he couldn’t allow himself to maul an innocent bystander. Just because he didn’t like the message didn’t give him the right to take it out on the messenger. Crossing over to the massive desk taking up the majority of the room, he threw himself into his chair, slinging a muscled leg over the side arm and resting his chin on a longfingered hand. “Read me the damn letter again, Ky.” “Yes, sir.” Kylor, the younger brother of Chase’s main bodyguard, Taylor, cleared his throat and began to read ... “To: Chase McCallum, Alpha Prime-in-Waiting of Eastern-North American Pack, and

Alpha of Atlanta.

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From: Hunter McCallum, Alpha Prime-in-Waiting of Western-North American Pack, and Alpha of San Francisco ...” “On second thought, wait.” Chase held out a commanding hand, his lips tightening. “I’ll read it myself. Give me the letter, and go make sure my clothes are packed and ready for the trip.” The thin paper crinkled as it landed on his upturned palm, and he clenched his jaw, fighting the surge of rage that threatened to overwhelm his strained control. He looked back up to see the door to his study swing shut and had to laugh. The pup had been around him long enough to know when he should snatch the opportunity to get his tail out of the line of fire. Shaking his head, he brought the letter up, quickly scanning the missive, though he had about memorized it during the first hearing.

Hey, Chase, you flea-ridden hound dog, sorry about the trouble that kept you from flying in last month. Hope you got it all cleared away. Also, I’m sorry about not being able to aid you in your search for a Breed female available for immediate mating. I know you’ve been looking a long time ... since you and Uncle Rann had that big falling out, right? You’ve waited this long; you’ll just have to wait a little longer and make do with Fortrayn’s stepdaughter. She’ll be ripe in a few more years. I’m keeping the one I found. Have to. Melody’s threatened to geld me if I try to back out of our engagement, and her son has claimed me as his papa. Crazy, huh? All kidding aside, it scares me how much I love this woman. I know you won’t believe this next: but for some insane reason, she loves me back. You’ll see for yourself when you come to meet Andrea, or at our Pack Place for the formal mating and loyalty oaths afterward. Please come. I hear Uncle Rann is refusing to travel so you’ll be representing your half of the Pack without having to worry about that twenty-mile-distance-between-the-two-of-you thing your crazy-assed father imposed on you. Man, I wish you two could settle this insanity between you. I know, I know ... mind my own business. I will, but don’t forget, I am on your side. We werewulf-in-waiting cousins have to stick together, right? You know, I’ve told Melody all about the wild stunts we used to pull as youngsters, and she is dying to meet you. Did I tell you I have a stepson? I do. He’s a cute little pup named Blair. Kid’s eleven months old and already talking mind-speak as well as an adult. I think he might be a natural little telepath, because he avoids the spoken language whenever possible. He’s much more comfortable talking mind-to-mind. He might surprise us and turn out to be a new kind of Breed. If he does, I plan to find him a wulf bitch to breed the trait back into the gene pool, strengthening us. There has to be some, at least among one of the more isolated packs where the ratio of females to males is more even than it is with us. Meanwhile, I am teaching him to growl. Fortrayn has pretty much moved out and is living with his new family. They will travel to the pack lands with us so he can introduce his mate and daughter to his parents and the

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rest of the pack and formalize his bond. His mate, being human, might have caused a little chaos, but since his stepdaughter is Breed, I’m sure Dad will be able to handle the more adventurous objectors on the grounds of the daughter being pack. You know us wulves ... we’re big on family. Can’t separate a mother from her pup, even if the mother is “only” human. Look, I have to run. My mate is demanding some quality attention -- if you know what I mean . My greedy bitch can’t seem to get enough of my cock! Hope to see you soon. -- Your cousin, Hunter McCallum, Alpha of San Francisco. Chase let the letter fall from his fingers, his chest expanding on a heavy sigh. As it floated to the floor, he swung out of his chair and paced back over to the window. Resting his hands against the glass, he gazed down upon the city he had chosen as his hunting ground. How ironic that this letter only reached him now. He’d just gotten back from arbitrating between warring factions of wulves in the New York area. He’d had to kill three of the more hardheaded insurgents who thought because the pack Alpha Prime had abandoned his job, the pack Alpha Prime-in-waiting would be just as easy to ignore. News of the impending turf war had caused him to abort his trip to California and delayed him setting his mark on the new Breed Fortrayn had located. He’d resolved the situation quickly, but lost almost three weeks dealing with the aftermath of that fiasco. Thinking about the immature Breed, Chase groaned and slapped the window. While traveling to New York, he’d had time to contemplate the present situation. This letter screwed everything up. He’d about decided to make a bid for Hunter’s Breed. He needed a mature Breeder he could mount and officially mate. One he could fill with seed immediately. He didn’t have the time to wait for some sheltered teenager to come of age. Now he’d read the letter. Damn it. The timing sucked. Hunter sounded so happy. Even through the inadequate medium of the written word, his joy almost jumped off the page. Like all happily mated wulves, Hunter believed Chase wanted to find himself a mate, also. Nothing could be further from the truth. Oh, he had need of a Breed female, all right, but he did not intend to fall madly in love, as Hunter seemed to have done. No, he wanted the female for one thing, only ... to give him pack status as an adult. With that status, he earned the right to challenge his father for leadership of the Eastern-North American half of the Pack. His cousin’s letter stated he wished Chase and Rann could resolve the craziness between them. Hunter had no idea what that craziness truly entailed. Rann had betrayed all

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of Wulfdom and covered his tracks by ordering Chase to remain silent about what he had discovered. As long as Rann ruled as Alpha Prime over his half of the Pack, Chase was bound by blood and law to obey him. He’d tried to break the silence only once, by going to Hunter’s father, Uncle Lachlan. The North American Prime Alpha had refused to hear him, had reminded him of his unmated status, and sent him off with a bug in his ear about making trouble between his elders. No, he didn’t want a bride, but he needed a mate. And the clock was ticking ... Chase sighed heavily. If he hadn’t read this letter, he’d have followed through with his plans to go to San Francisco and challenge Hunter for his Melody. He couldn’t bring himself to do that, now, having read his cousin’s words and knowing how Hunter felt about his bitch. He was letting his soft heart rule his head. Chase greatly feared he’d live to rue this day; even so, his hand reached for the phone. He punched in Hunter’s cell phone number, trying to resign himself to settling for Fortrayn’s immature Breed stepchild. The phone rang three times before Hunter picked it up. “McCallum, here.” “Hunter, this is Chase.” “Ho, Chase, you old dog! How’s it hanging?” “The situation requiring my intervention has been resolved. I am preparing to come to San Francisco to view the Breed.” “Great, man. You can stay with us. Melody and I’d love to have you. I’ve told her a lot about you and --” Chase closed his eyes and bit back a groan. “Hunter, listen up! Word on the grapevine is you haven’t officially claimed Melody yet.” “That’s right. I’m waiting until she grows more accustomed to me. Then I’ll take her to the Pack Lands and mate her before the Pack Prime as tradition demands.” “Hunter, you better mate your bitch before I get there. Fuck her good and official. You can formalize it afterward.” The silence at the other end turned ominous before the line exploded with the snarling rage of the Northern American Pack Prime-in-waiting. “What the hell business of it is yours, Chase? You got something you’re trying to tell me?” “I’m telling you I NEED a Breed. Not in three years, not in three months, but now. If there is a ripe Breed available, I’m going to take her. Make sure yours is not available.” “How dare you threaten me? You’ll never lay a hand on her. I’ll kill you first, you motherfucker.”


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“You’d try. I guess we’d finally find out which one of us is the stronger. Listen, I’m telling you this so we don’t have to go there. I can’t afford to lose. What I’m up against is too big to risk losing. Hell, it’s too important an issue to do what I’m doing, now -- giving you advance warning of my intentions -- but you’re my cousin. We were cubs together, and I love you. You’re the brother I’ll never have, thanks to my sire’s madness.” “Then why this posturing ...? Why even bring up the idea of challenging my claim?” “Hunter, I can’t explain it to you, but believe me -- the only way to stop me from seizing your Melody is to render her beyond my taking. Wulves mate for life, and all other wulves must honor that bond. It is the only bond that will stop me, that will force me to wait ...” Chase’s chest rose on a heavy sigh, knowing his next words would send Hunter’s anger over the top. He shook his head. There was no other choice left to him. “I’ll be on my way in a few hours. This time, my flight really will be arriving within the day. When I get there, I’ll be greeting my new cousin or my potential mate. Right now, the decision is yours to make. In a few hours, that will change.” Trying not to take Hunter’s angry, top-of-his-voice response personally, Chase set the phone gently in its cradle, disconnecting from his pack counterpart. He didn’t need mindreading capabilities to know Hunter was fuming mad and chomping at the bit right now to get his claws and fangs into him. His elder cousin wasn’t one to take a challenge lying down. What he’d done barely skirted challenge by a hair. He’d probably ruined their easy-going relationship for all time; still, it was better than the only alternative ...

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Chapter One Mama wet! Blair giggled. His carefree laugh was a slap in the face. He could talk verbally to her if he chose. He didn’t. “Yes, I am, thanks to you, you little water-demon!” Melody Spenser held her wriggling son at arms’ length, laughing as he tried to splash her with his wildly churning feet. With a resigned glance down at her soaked blouse and equally sodden casual skirt, she resumed the battle that constituted bathing her scruffy child. Of course, he fought her every step of the way; not resistant to his bath, simply determined to get as much enjoyment out of the process of getting clean as possible. Finally finished, she quickly lifted Blair out of the dingy bathwater, giggling with him over his playful antics, glad deep down in her soul to see her baby giggling and teasing, acting like any other normal toddler. Using the detachable showerhead, she rinsed him off, grabbed the towel off the warming bar, and wrapped his precious body in it. “Come on, scamp. Playtime is over. Time to get you dried and dressed.” Melody laid Blair down on the long counter. One hand on her child, she reached for the jar of cocoa butter. As she dried her son off, pausing to tickle his tummy and blow loud raspberries in his bellybutton, she surreptitiously examined him for any sign of lingering injury. Hunter constantly reassured her she had nothing to worry about, insisting that their little one thrived and grew just as he should. She knew he was right, but her mother’s heart couldn’t help her instinctive urge to over-coddle. After all, she’d almost lost him. Eight months ago, when Blair was three months old, her brother-in-law had kidnapped him. While in Gerald Spenser’s possession, her son had become a thin, sickly infant, suffering emotionally as well as physically from the neglect and worse he’d undergone at the hands of his insane relative.


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Melody’s lips thinned as she thought about her evil brother-in-law. He had truly been a terrible man, preying on the weak and helpless, a dirty pedophile who liked defiling young teenaged girls. He’d raped her when she was fourteen -- found her in an alley, a scared runaway from an abusive foster home. Melody had embraced her late husband’s religion, which taught she should turn the other cheek. Still, it had taken years of determined effort for her to forgive Gerald, but she couldn’t forgive what he’d planned to do to her son. She’d felt no guilt, had smiled when she gave Hunter permission to play with Spenser before eating him. Her hands smoothed the fragrant cream over Blair’s baby-soft skin. Picking him up and holding the damp toddler against her breasts, she slicked her palms down his legs, pushing away those disturbing memories by focusing her mind on Hunter. Her mental turmoil immediately calmed. In its place, sexual excitement arose. Hunter McCallum was all things to her -- a retired Navy Seal and cop, a security expert, and most importantly -- the love of her life. He’d already claimed Blair as his, declaring the toddler his first-born pup. Soon, he would be her husband and have the right to legally adopt Blair, becoming his father, not just his stepfather. He was also a Werewulf. After almost two months of loving and living with him, there were still times she found the fantastical truth of his existence hard to believe; times when it was hard coping with his alien-ness and certain aspects of the conjugal acts he wanted her to revel in as he did. In fact, there were times she found it hard to believe her own existence as a “Breed” female -- a woman bioengineered to be the perfect mate to a Werewulf ... her werewulf.

Blair all clean! Melody blinked and refocused, glad to have her thoughts interrupted. “Yes, you are, you scamp. See that you stay that way for at least half an hour.” Her attention claimed by her impatient son, Melody’s concern over his refusal to speak to her verbally resurfaced. He’d spoken to Fortrayn last month, and she knew he occasionally shared a few words with Andrea, but he absolutely would not talk to her other than with mind-speak. Mel bit her lips in indecision. Perhaps Hunter shouldn’t have bitten him so early. Biting Blair marked him as Hunter’s family and made it possible for the three of them to communicate telepathically. Hunter called it den-speak. He also claimed she worried too much, constantly reassured her Blair didn’t talk because he felt no need to. When the time was right, he promised, her son would talk so much she’d long for these days when he didn’t. She couldn’t bring herself to believe that. True, Blair communicated his needs adequately, so Hunter was probably right, and he would talk when he was ready. She just felt he wouldn’t feel ready any time soon. Blair had Hunter, now. He didn’t need anyone else. Her two loves had formed a deep emotional bond, so entwined with the other’s thoughts she sometimes felt like a third, unneeded wheel.

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Mel sighed. No mental slouch, her son must have realized he had to tolerate her presence if he wanted to keep Hunter close. She couldn’t blame him for giving his trust to his new father; in fact, she was thankful he’d found someone he felt he could rely upon. After all, she’d failed him. Failed to keep him safe and failed again when she’d taken so long to rescue him. How was Blair to know how hard she’d struggled, how she’d tried everything in the world -- even returning to her old life as a street prostitute -- to get him back? All he knew was she hadn’t come for him. Hunter and Fortrayn were the ones who’d saved Blair’s life, snatching him out of the clutches of his evil uncle. In Hunter, Blair had found a champion with the will, strength, and ability to stop anyone or anything from ever hurting him, again. Glad for her son, though her mother’s heart hurt at his studied rejection, Melody finished dressing her wriggling bundle of curiosity. Giving his bottom a playful slap, she set him on his feet and shooed him out of the bathroom. Her eyes lingered lovingly on his little brown body as he bounced out the room on unsteady toddler legs. With a shake of her head and a last thankful smile for how much her son had grown in these last two months, she started tidying and mopping up the mess left by Blair’s exuberant bath time. The men in her life loved to frolic in the bath. Melody grinned over one particularly torrid recollection of a playful Hunter, admitting there were times she really liked water play, too. Bending over the side of the tub to reach the dirt ring left by her scruffy little boy, she scrubbed at the line of smudge. Her kneeling position triggered an erotic memory and her pulse sped up as her mind replayed images of Hunter enacting her favorite wicked capture fantasy. She shuddered, remembering him entering the shower stall, pushing her to her knees, taking her forcibly and roughly from behind while hot water pounded on her head and over her shoulders. Melody’s womb clenched as sultry heat coiled through her. Dampness dewed her mound at the thought of the sexy games her mate enjoyed playing with her. Straightening up, forgotten washcloth clenched in the shaking hand she pressed to her tummy, Melody gasped as a sudden, intemperate rush of need poured through her. Toecurling lust swept over her, brushing electrically along every naked, quivering nerve. The jangling of her pulse, the growing wetness between her thighs, and the insatiable strength of her arousal told her Hunter had arrived home ... possessed of a sexual hunger for her that threatened to rage out of control. The mating connection between them grew stronger daily, linking their desires and binding their minds. It flared to life, now. Knowing his thoughts, privy to his needs, Melody groaned softly, biting her bottom lip.


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The cleaning cloth dropping from her hand, she palmed her breasts, using thumbs and forefingers to tug on the throbbing tips of her swollen breasts. Her head fell back, breath feathering through her open lips as sexual energy zinged through her system. Her own hands were not enough, and suddenly, starved for the feel of Hunter’s mouth on her thick nipples, she dropped to her knees moaning, the sound needy and forlorn. Where was he? She needed him, wanted his lips, his mouth on hers, his hands buried in her amply curved ass cheeks. Swallowing thickly, she ached for the feel of his long, thick cock digging into her vagina, stretching and filling her as no one else could. Sometimes, the wanting overtook them like that, leaping up between them primal and hot -- a demanding urge that stripped them of all restraint, patience, and self-control. Sometimes, they could go a day or two without having sex, finding satisfaction in sharing loving touches and emotional nurturing. She cherished those quiet times with Hunter, and he seemed to enjoy them, too. She always used those times as opportunities to grow closer, to learn more of her fiancé’s true needs and desires while sharing her own deeply held secrets and fantasies. As much as she appreciated those placid moments, there were times when the hunger for him clawed at her insides, abraded her nerves, and turned her mind to a red-tinged mush that demanded rough, immediate carnal satisfaction. “Oh!” She emitted a startled yelp as large, strong hands came about her waist, lifting and turning her plus-sized body with ridiculous, inhuman ease. Muttering incoherently, Hunter jerked her into his desperate embrace. Wide, mobile lips crashed against hers, his rough tongue pushed against her mouth, seeking entry. Unable to speak, as greedy for him as his body seemed to be for her, she mewled, curled her hands about the thick neck of her lover and rubbed her belly against the thick bar of his cock. She opened her mouth wider to allow his tongue bold erotic forays inside her heated depths. “Need you ... now!” His growl rumbled against her ear, vibrating throughout her body to pluck strings attached directly to her clit. Trembling, she combed her fingers through the dense fur coating his tall, muscled body. This was how she liked him best. Still mostly human -- in “skin form,” as he called it -- he had not yet succumbed to the hulking, massive form of midchange, though his fur had emerged. He was soft all over but for the clawed tips of his fingers, the sharp edges of his teeth and the jutting length of his rock-hard cock. He snapped his teeth at her, the aggressive wulf demanding submission, and she undulated in his arms, a wash of heated response flowing thick and sluggish through her veins. Obediently, she craned her neck, tossed her head back to bare her throat to his whim. Shivering with the strength of her arousal, her nipples, thick and pert, stood at attention as

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she bowed her back, lifting her breasts toward his open, salivating mouth and those sharp, lethal, canine fangs that had grown longer as his change progressed. She didn’t fear mauling. Hunter had never once slipped or scored her flesh accidentally. Oh no, whenever he bit her, sank fangs into her, he meant to do so. He excelled in using the painful pleasure of his bite to strengthen their bonding, prolonging their fevered orgasms. His tongue darted out and lapped at one straining tip, causing her to whine and twist against the spine-arching abrasion. She blinked eyes almost blinded by lust and tracked his growing excitement by the tight, drawn lines bracketing his mouth, the longer, thicker shape of his stiff cock prodding her soft belly, and the gleam of desperate love shining through the golden glow of his shifted eyes. Slick moisture pooled within her folds, wet and heated, quickly flowing out to cover her mons and thighs. The lust in his eyes sharpened as his nostrils flared. His hands hardened about her waist before relaxing their grip to slide up her torso. His claw-tipped fingers caught and tugged on her turgid nipples through the damp cloth shielding them, tormenting the stiff pegs unmercifully. “Blair ... where’s Blair?” She couldn’t articulate a full sentence, but she needed to make damned sure they didn’t expose her curious son to this current session of hot, kinky sex -and something told her it would be kinky. The toddler had an uncanny ability to sense when his parents wanted to play slap and tickle. “Andrea and Blair ... in study ...” His deep voice emerged more growl than words, telling Melody her man coasted on the edge of control. The dangerous rumbling might have frightened another woman, but Melody loved hearing Hunter losing his ability to speak. When that happened, she always reaped the benefits. To her, nothing was sexier than hearing Hunter’s growls and groans, the animalistic grunts he emitted as he held her open and slammed his cock into her, fucking her with a frantic, focused attention that excluded everyone and everything else in the universe. A second, stronger wave of urgent need flowed from him, engulfed her senses, and she went up on tiptoe and tugged his head down. Sinking her teeth in his bottom lip, she pulled back, stretching his flesh between them. Her hand snaked down the length of his slackscovered shaft, pinching the plum-shaped head between her thumb and middle finger. Long and hard as he was, she clenched deep inside, knowing he hadn’t yet attained full arousal. A louder, needier growl roared from him as he viciously ripped her blouse apart, shredded the front closure of her bra, and avidly watched the full globes of her heavy bosom leap for freedom. She stepped closer to him, rubbed her breasts against the hard wall of his chest. Shaking under the intense sensation of her nipples meeting the wulf’s thick, soft pelt, she leaned against him, getting as close as she could to the burning furnace of his broad body.


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Her breasts didn’t stay free for long. Hunter buried them in his huge palms, caught the nipples in the grooves of his fingers, and closed his hands over them. She cried out at the blissful pressure, her knees weakening under his skillful manipulation of her swollen, aching tips. “God, I’m so wet for you, lover.” Melody panted. “Can you smell how much I want you ...?” She sank to her knees before him, fumbling at his zipper. “Help me get these pants off you so I can taste you properly. I need you so badly, baby!” His hands brushed hers aside, took hold of the zipper, and yanked the metal closure apart with blatant impatience. The sound of fabric tearing like paper under his powerful hands was music to her ears. Eagerly, she glanced up to see his heavy jeans falling away, his thick cock springing out to jut stiffly before her face. His heavily veined penis tantalized her with its ridged, thick length, with the dollop of sweet-smelling pre-cum glistening at the broad tip. She leaned forward and swiped at the shimmering trail of lubricant dribbling from the open slit in the purpled head, her tongue a quicksilver snake striking at his vulnerable flesh. His taste exploded on her tongue, flavoring her mouth with the sharp, strong essence of her own, personal Alpha wulf. Hunter threw back his head and howled, his hands fisting in her hair, restricting her movements as he pulled her mouth back to his straining cock. “Past play ... Fuck me with your mouth, sweet bitch!” he ordered, trying to force her lips around his huge erection. “Suck, Mel!” Smiling, she hung back, refusing to let him hurry her. “I love it when you order me -like you’re the boss or something,” she taunted softly, licking her palms before milking his hard rod with both hands in a hand-over-hand motion designed to drive him wild. “I like to hear you howl, too. Come on, Hunter, bay at my mound for me like a good little wulf ...” “Keep it up,” he panted, locking his fingers in her loose, curly fro, grimacing as he pushed his hips toward her face. She knew he hated losing control before she did. “Make ... me good ... and hot. Drive me wild ... at ... own peril. I want your pussy juice on my tongue, in my mouth, and all over my face when I fuck you.” His hands lifted her face, forced her to meet his glowing eyes as he continued. “Today, I claim you forever. Today, the wulf fucks you.” Melody froze. Her hands slackened and slowed on his hard flesh. Mind reeling, she recalled her promise, her vow to accept him in any guise, to take him into her body no matter what shape he wore. “But I thought ...” Hunter averted his eyes, refused to meet her gaze. “It must be today ... now. I can’t wait any longer.”

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Melody squared her shoulders and swallowed her trepidation. “I promised you I would never reject you ...” and you promised me you would give me time ... She didn’t have to add that last verbally. His shamefaced failure to meet her eyes told her his actions were not motivated by love or lust, but by some force outside himself. “Hunter, what’s wrong?” His hands closed like a vise around her forearms. “I swear I won’t hurt you, Melody. You’re the air I breathe. I couldn’t bear to lose you.” “Like I’m scared of you,” she murmured, flicking a dismissing look over his strained features. “There’s no way you’ll lose me, ’cause I’m never letting you go.” A playful growl rumbled Hunter’s chest. “If you ever try to leave me, I’ll pepper your ass good before I take it and teach you every part of your body belongs to me. I’ll have you in any shape and in any way I want.” His warning melted things low in her belly. They’d played naughty girl and daddy before, and she’d loved the feel of his big, broad hand slapping her ass, hitting hard enough to sting and burn, but never hard enough to harm. The sex afterward had been off the chain! Mel didn’t mind a little slap with her tickle, but she dreaded Hunter taking her in his most dog-like form. She dreaded it and longed for it at the same time. She longed to totally bond with the love of her life, and knew that would never happen until they’d taken this last step. The salacious thought overwhelmed her. Imagining him mounting her in his full wulf form, his claws holding her down, his furred body pressed against her back as he fucked into her from behind and made her love it ... she shivered. It was enough to make her burn, to make her soak her panties with a hot, liquid gush from within. “Hunter ...” He raised his head and sniffed the air. “You smell like the thought made you cream your panties.” His hands pressed down on her shoulders. “Where were we before I so rudely interrupted you? Ah yes, back on your knees, my lovely bitch ...” She didn’t go to her knees -- she went to her haunches. Legs spread and bracketing Hunter’s, Melody took her mate’s pants down and rocked a little as he used her shoulder to steady himself as he stepped out of each leg. Throwing the denims over her back, she looked up his body until she met his burning eyes. They were lit up with the otherworldly glow that signaled the nearness of his change. She didn’t have long before he shifted. Mel’s fingers grasped Hunter’s broad cock as a screaming rush of nasty carnal excitement flooded her empty channel, roiling in her womb and causing the intimate muscles of her pussy to clench in need. “What do you fear?” She shook her head, hands continuing to stroke and pet his growing erection. Mel bowed her head and leaned against her fiancé’s legs, the muscles in her thighs beginning to burn from the position she held.


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“Don’t tell me you aren’t afraid, Melody. You know I can smell your emotions, and you’ve gone way past fear, all the way to terror.” “It’s just that ... this is so soon.” Hunter slipped a finger beneath her chin and raised her face to his. Eyes stern, he said, “I begin to think the more time I give you, the more excuses you’ll come up with.” His gaze hardened, lips folded in. “I’m not doing you a favor by prolonging the time of our joining, Melody. In the eyes of my people, we are not mates until the wulf takes you. If you cannot abide me loving you in the privacy of our own den, how will you countenance being fucked before the whole pack?” Disbelief and shock ran through her like ice water, chilling her veins. “You never told me we had to do ... that ... in public! What the hell do you people do -- sell tickets?” Hunter sighed. “I told you we must present ourselves to the pack Alpha.” “Oh, excuse me,” Mel sneered, rocking back on her ankles. “What an idiot I was not to realize you meant ‘present ourselves’ as appear inflagrante delicto.” She reared to her feet and backed away to the limits of the small hall bathroom. “You know what, Hunter? You’ve spoiled the mood, and you can kiss my fat ass.” The growl that answered her comment came from right behind her. A second later, her feet dangled in mid air as Hunter snatched her up and spun her to face him. “I’d do more than kiss your fat ass if you’d ever loosen it up.” “Whaddya mean by that?” she snarled back at him, temper running hot under her skin, bunching in her fists. “It means you’re so tight-assed you squeak when you walk.” Hunter set her down gently, his motions belying the rage blazing in his eyes. Teeth clenched, he returned to the attack. “And you know what else, Mel? You’re sexually stingy, too.” Hurt exploded in her chest. Her anger drained away with the pain slicing through her heart. Tears clouded her vision but she widened her eyes, refusing to let a single one fall. “I’m not. I let you ... we make love any time you want ...” Hunter cocked his head and looked at her. He managed to look dignified even with his shirt unbuttoned and wearing no pants. His cock, still stiffly erect, jutted toward her like the battering ram it was. “I try to give you everything you want and need, Melody. I love you, and I want you to have whatever your heart desires.” He ran his hands through his shaggy hair, the few gray strands glinting in the dense black mane. “You throw me sops. I can eat your pussy and fuck it, but you won’t let me touch any other part of you.” “That’s not true, Hunter! I told you ...” “Yes, you told me I could take your ass, but every time I approach you, you stiffen and the stink of your fear deadens my desire. I don’t want you scared. I don’t want you reluctant. When you offer me grudging surrender, you’ve offered me nothing!” Hunter slammed his fist

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into the wall. The plaster gave way and rained in big chunks to the floor, the powdery debris settling on the sink and the back of the commode. Forehead to the wall, he groaned. “Hell’s bells, Mel, I can’t fuck you in my true form, and I can’t fuck your ass. I’m not even allowed to touch you if Blair is in the room.” Her eyes grew round. “But that’s --!” He turned back to her. All traces of his anger had fled, like a flame blown out. In its place was a sadness that stiffened his features into a stoic mask. In that moment, he looked every year of his hard-lived age. When he spoke, his voice was so low and strained she had to lean forward to hear what he said. “That’s what? That’s what, Melody ... nasty? Degrading ... or maybe you mean inhuman?” He snarled at her startled expression. “Your face is a dead giveaway to your feelings. How dare you try to place human labels on my behavior, on my expressions of love? Among our people, mated pairs mate. There is complete and secure freedom in a family’s den. Sires and dams mate in front of their cubs, yes. They love each other, and by not hiding that love, by celebrating it, they teach their cubs to honor and cherish the sacred oneness that exists between couples. There is no incest among our people, and no shame in our homes. Your frantic efforts to stop Blair from seeing you in my arms makes my love seem a shameful thing. It rips at my heart and at my pride.” He stopped, shook his head, and took a deep breath. “I’m an Alpha wulf, the Alpha of San Francisco, but for the last three months, you’ve ruled my den and me. Why don’t you just put a leash around my damned dick and walk it around the block?”


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Chapter Two His harsh words were like a battering ram, slamming at the portal of her heart. Melody shut her eyes on the pain. She’d never hurt this bad, not even when she’d been raped by Spenser. Throat so dry she had to try twice to swallow, she braced herself against the wall, forcing herself to meet his dulled gaze. The tears she’d fought earlier fell in torrents. She hadn’t known. That was no excuse for what she’d done to him, but she hadn’t realized just how she had let outside pressures influence her thinking, her reactions. It hurt to admit the truth of what she’d done, of the damage she’d caused to their bonding. Looking back, her mistakes were so obvious. How in hell had she missed noticing the toll on Hunter? She’d ignored his emotional needs, taken everything he’d offered her and given nothing in return. Just as he claimed, she had attacked his self-esteem -- based on nothing but her supposed primate genealogical high ground -- with every unthinking denial. Worse, she’d lied to herself, telling herself any werewulf should be thankful for the scraps off a human’s table, when in reality, he deserved someone way better than her. At least Hunter had been honest with her from the first. He’d held nothing back -- offered her his loyalty and body, his total commitment. Hell, he’d even admitted to being seriously kinky, to needing more than a sedate fuck. He’d come right out and told her he craved chocolate, that vanilla left him cold. Melody had understood exactly what he’d been saying. She’d been in the business, once-upon-a-time; no matter how much water ran under the bridge, it was still wet, still water when it emerged on the other side. Terminology simply didn’t change that much, so she’d known he was a booty-man from the rip. Melody sobbed harder, understanding what she’d done to Hunter’s feelings, understanding how scorned he must have felt when she spouted opinions about his heritage

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being less worthy than hers. After all, she was human. He was ... not human -- not even of Earth. Did it come down to that? Was she truly the bigot he’d accused her of being that first night? Her soul writhed in self-disgust. Prejudice was reprehensible. She’d never condoned it and wouldn’t start now. Okay, he ate flesh. She was no vegetarian, herself. So what if she let someone else kill her meat, and he killed his own? Who cared that she cooked her meat, and Hunter preferred his raw? She’d been a blind, ignorant fool not to appreciate what she had. Now, her heart stuttered as she saw how close she had come to losing everything. Melody couldn’t stop the flood of tears. She didn’t even try. How many women would kill to have what she had? A male who loved her so much he’d killed for her. The man had accepted her son and treated Blair as if the boy had come from his own loins. More importantly, he went out of his way to fulfill her every fantasy, no matter how silly. Her chin wobbled at the memory of Hunter standing in their living room, wide chest draped with a sheet as a toga, bare hairy legs exposed under the short hem as he pretended to be Julius Caesar to her Cleopatra. What other man would do something like that for his woman and enjoy it? “Oh, god, Hunter,” she gasped as her tears and self-disgust increased, “I’m so ashamed!” Looking perturbed, Hunter raised one hand as if to fend off her tears. “Melody, stop it. You’ll make yourself sick.” She couldn’t stop. Her body shuddered, shoulders jerking under the lashing of the emotional storm raging within. Her body slumped against the bathroom wall, limp as a rag doll. Choking on tears and sobs, she cried as if her heart would break -- had broken. “I’m sorry!” Hunter cried, taking her in his arms and rocking her. “I take it all back -only stop crying!” He’d lost his erection, and his bare skin stretched smooth and unblemished beneath her hand. The soft pelt of fur had receded, leaving him as human as he ever got. Seeing Buford droop did something to her that no amount of yelling could do. It totally demoralized her. From the first time she’d met him, Hunter had always sported an erection while in her presence. Even after sharing several orgasms, he only had to touch her, to cuddle with her under the covers, and Buford would rise in interest. Gazing in sorrow at her lover’s limp cock, full of guilt, weighted down with the knowledge of her failure as a mate, Melody wailed ... and cried all the harder. “I’m the one who’s s-sorry. I hurt you! I n-n-never wanted to h-hurt you, H-h-hunter. How c-could I have been so b-blind?” “Hush! Hush, beloved,” Hunter crooned, stroking her shoulders and rubbing his forehead along the bouncy curls at the side of her head. “It’s all right. I love you. I love you.”


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“How c-can you?” she keened, averting her eyes, too shamed to meet his glance. “Why should you?” He sighed. “I just do. I always will.” His shoulders shrugged under her cheek. “You know that old adage about not being able to teach an old dog new tricks? I guess I’m just your old faithful hound.” Melody lifted tear-drenched sherry-colored eyes to his. “I don’t deserve you. But starting this moment, I promise to change that.” She reached a hand down toward his limp cock. “Stop.” Her hurt gaze flashed back up. “You don’t want ... me?” Her voice hitched on the last word. A sharp laugh, almost a bark, broke from Hunter’s chest. “I’ll always want you, sweetness, but there’s a lot of unresolved anger seething in me. I don’t trust myself to take you right now. Even your enhanced, bioengineered pussy can’t handle an angry, out-ofcontrol wulf in battle-form. Besides ...” He stepped away from her, giving her his back as he finished stripping off his shirt. “... anything you offer me right now is going to feel like pity or guilt. We’ve never had one of those fucks between us, and I don’t want to start now.” Melody drew herself up, heart aching with rejected pride. “All those words mean the same thing, Hunter. You don’t want me.” “Mel-o-dy!” Hunter’s long drawn-out sigh rasped her shredded nerves. She held up a hand to halt his complaint, hurrying into speech over his continued muttering. “You don’t want me right now, and I understand your reasoning.” She gnawed at her bottom lip, compressing the plump flesh between her teeth. “I can’t blame you.” She lifted pleading, tear-filled eyes to his. “Only please tell me you’ll give me a chance to be a true mate to you.” Hunter cupped her cheeks between his large hands and dropped a closed-mouth kiss on her swollen lips. “Are you going to get this upset every time we have an argument?” She sniffed. “Only when you’re right, and I’ve been a stupid, stuck-up dirt monkey!” Hunter’s gaze lightened more as he smiled over her use of his favorite derogatory term for humans. “Okay, you got me there. Guess I don’t have any high moral ground to stand on, either.” He kissed her. This kiss was open-mouthed and potent. Gasping, Melody returned it with interest, going up on tiptoe to fit her curves to his chest and abdomen, her arms about his thick-hewn neck. When Buford twitched and rose to prod her belly, she sighed in thankfulness. Her mate still lusted after her. He didn’t go any further than the kiss, though. Backing away, Hunter scooped up his discarded clothes and started for the door. Almost there, he paused and looked over his

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shoulder at Melody. Eyes pleading, he held out his hand, silently asking her to accompany him without her usual demands he clothe his nakedness. Gazes locked on each other, they stood there until she broke the tableau. Stepping forward, Melody placed her hand in his. Mouth kept determinately closed, she walked with Hunter out the door and into the hall. Still silent, they headed toward their bedroom. Walking alongside Hunter, Melody couldn’t fathom what she had feared. Hell, it wasn’t so bad, Hunter stalking about his own den in his natural state. Even if Blair saw him, they were both males and shared the same equipment -- albeit Hunter’s was on a much more impressive scale. Blair would soon be potty training, and Hunter was the obvious choice to head up that operation. Besides -- didn’t most men’s bathrooms have open urinals? Eventually, Blair was going to see what Hunter sported so boldly, as well as a whole lot more ... His first glimpse might as well be here in the loving security and protection of his own home. Mel snuck a quick peek over at her mate and melted inside at the proud way Hunter paced the hall, his face wreathed in a broad smile. Had it truly taken so little to make him feel respected, a wulf in charge of his own den? Another quick glance down at his loins showed her he was definitely in high spirits. Buford had perked right up and was jutting out with a jaunty curve, heavy glans dripping pre-cum with each jarring step Hunter took. A deep sense of shame swept over her as she realized how controlling and prissy she’d become without even noticing. Thankfully, Hunter was the type of male who didn’t suffer abuse for long, and never in silence. The master suite was the last set of rooms down the hall from the living room, but Melody had been bathing Blair in the front bathroom off the kitchen. She should have known they wouldn’t make it to the bedroom without incident. Fortrayn swung out of the kitchen, his arms around his petite, brown-skinned wife, talking excitedly and laughing at something as they came around the corner of the dining room. Their laughter and conversation came to an abrupt halt when they caught sight of Hunter paused in the hallway bare of all but his natural splendor. Rosa gasped and buried her face in her husband’s chest ... but not before taking a good long look at the huge assets on display before her. “Yo, uncle, how’s it hanging? Never mind, I can see for myself.” Fortrayn hugged his wife, tried to pry her face out of his shirt. “Hey, it’s okay, Rosa -- Hunter is family. I told you our customs are more relaxed than those you humans espouse.” “But ... he’s naked!” Rosa whispered, digging deeper into her mate’s embrace. “Por Dios, Fort, his co-- ahem -- he’s bigger than you!” Melody bit back a laugh at Fortrayn’s disgruntled look. Hunter didn’t even try to keep his amusement hidden. He threw back his head and roared with laughter. “Yes, I am, Cousin Rosa ... family and bigger! Guess you got the short end of the family stick.”


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“Gracias el Señor,” Rosa murmured fervently after stealing another lightning peek at Hunter’s stick. She cast a wild-eyed glance at Melody. “Don’t worry, Rosa.” Hunter winked, speaking up before the flustered woman could order her words. “Mel’s built to take me.” “Hunter McCallum!” Melody’s cheeks burned with heat under Fort’s speculative glance and Hunter’s leering one. “That was unnecessary and entirely TMI!” “Huh?” Hunter’s look of puzzlement only irritated her more. “Too much information ... as in what you just gave to Rosa.” While she was still fussing, Hunter drew her into his embrace and stole a kiss from her moving lips. His tongue dipped in and silenced her, brought her to her tiptoes as sudden lust burned along every inch of her body. “Honey, Rosa was looking horrified on your behalf. I simply let her know you could handle me at any size.” Fort soothed a hand down the rioting curls of his mate’s cinnamon-tinted hair, chuckling as she muffled her embarrassed groan against the placket of his shirt. “You hit it on the nail, uncle. I bet she was imagining you in mid-form and wondering how Auntie Mel could survive --” Rosa punched him in the gut. Fortrayn looked down at his mate, laughter glinting in his hazel eyes -- eyes very much like those of his cousin. He fluttered his lashes at her and said, “Ow! Ooh, baby, that hurt ... do it again ... please!” Rosa’s smile held a hard edge. “Keep it up, Fort, if you really want your Tio Hunter to see you get smacked down,” she warned him, a not quite teasing expression on her face. Fortrayn guffawed, not the least intimidated by her threat. “Hell, baby, you’ve got a lot to learn about what goes on in the privacy of a wulf’s den. Why would I be embarrassed to have him watch us? Uncle Hunter used to administer my smack downs. He’d probably give you pointers and offer to hold me down.” “That may be so,” Rosa admitted, “but this isn’t your den. It belongs to Hunter and Melody.” Fort glanced toward his room. He’d moved out almost a month ago, going to live in Rosa’s small apartment over the gallery. Most of his things were still in his old room, though, as there was little space in the loft apartment. “Technically, it’s still my den, too. I haven’t officially moved out, yet.” “Speaking of that, Fort ...” Hunter smiled and gestured toward the master suite. “I have something I want to give you. It’s in my wallet in the bedroom.” The two men headed toward the room, leaving their mates to follow after them. Rosa leaned toward Melody and asked in a worried whisper, “Is he going to put some clothes on? Andrea is in the study with Blair ...”

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Melody watched the firm globes of her mate’s well-shaped rear undulate with the shifting of masculine muscles. Damn, he looked good. Suddenly, she couldn’t care less that Rosa could see that fine ass, too. Let her look and drool. That ass was private property, and no other woman would trespass on it while she drew breath. “This is Hunter’s den. The way I see it, that means this is Pack Ground -- a consulate in foreign territory. From now on, we’re going to do things the way they do them in the pack lands. If Hunter wants to go naked, that’s his choice.” She gave the older woman a meaningful glare. “Anyone uncomfortable with that can leave.” Rosa stiffened in defense. “I didn’t mean to imply ...” She waved her hand vaguely. Mel smiled, relaxing her hard stance. “Yes, you did. It’s okay, though. Until fifteen minutes ago, I reacted the same way. However, someone forcibly brought it to my attention that I’m marrying a wulf, not a human. My son is a Breed. We will be a wulf family. Human traditions have no place in this den.” The sharp sound of clapping rang in the hall. Melody and Rosa looked up to find Fortrayn and Hunter standing in front of the open master bedroom door, watching them approach. A broad smile wreathed Fortrayn’s face as he signified his approval of her words. “Well said, Auntie Mel.” Hunter’s eyes blazed with pride and love, his expression so unguarded and vulnerable it made Mel’s knees weaken. Heart melting, she made a vow never to betray his trust or love, never ever to stop telling him how much she revered him and loved him. She mouthed the words at him. “I love you.” Hunter’s eyes went molten gold. His lips widened in a reciprocal smile. Buford rose up and preened every one of those eleven long, thick inches Rosa had blushed over. Melody gulped, a pulse beating to life in her pussy as she watched Hunter’s cock rise and harden. On unsteady legs, she walked toward him, eager to go into his arms, feel all that male heat and ardor pressing into her belly. Hunter took Melody’s outstretched hand and pulled her behind him into their bedroom. The other couple paused in the door, Rosa holding Fort back by her grip on his arm. Standing before the dresser, Hunter glanced over at them before returning to rifle through the papers scattered over the surface. “Fort, Rosa ... come on in here. I told you I had something for you ... Ah, here we are ...” He turned around, holding out an official looking document. “Rosa, this is for you -- a pre-nuptial gift from Melody and me. Welcome to our pack.” Rosa took the paper, gripping it with the tips of her fingers as if afraid of contamination. “What is it?” Pulling Mel under the lee of his shoulder, Hunter grunted. “Read it.”


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Her eyes scanned the page. A moment later, Rosa gasped, and tears flooded her eyes. “Mio Fort, mira!” She held the paper out to Fortrayn, who took it with a worried glance at his mate’s contorted face. He read it quickly, and looked up in surprise. “Oh, man, Hunter ... what can I say?” Fort shook his head, came over and embraced his cousin. “Thanks. You don’t know how cramped we are over at the loft. Thank you, Auntie Mel.” He hugged Melody, too. In the dark over what he was thanking her for, Mel hugged Fort back, and then accepted Rosa’s tight embrace. “You’re both welcome.” She slanted a questioning glance over at a smiling Hunter. “Here are the keys to the duplex. The prior tenants turned them in yesterday, and I made sure the place was cleaned and ready for you. You can move in whenever you want.” Hunter winked at Melody. “I have a paper for you, too, sweet bitch.” He handed her a document that looked exactly like the one Rosa clutched in her shaking hands. Melody scanned the writing and looked back up. “You don’t need to do this. I already have everything I want.” Hunter shook his head. “In our culture, a bitch’s status is higher if she owns something. I want you two to have recognized status, so I’ve put this duplex in your name, the one next door in Rosa’s name. This way, should something happen to either Fortrayn or me before the weddings and mating ceremonies, you both have a den that no one can take from you. I’ve also opened savings accounts for both kids for one hundred thousand dollars. Melody and Rosa, your names are joint with the children’s. You can pull funds as necessary.” Fortrayn bristled at that. “It wasn’t necessary for you to do that for Andrea, Hunter. I can take care of my own daughter.” Hunter placed a calming hand on Fort’s shoulder. “Take it easy, Spot. I’m simply covering the bases. Until we both present our mates to my father, neither one of us is in a position to take anything for granted. Yes, you are the heir to riches, but if Father doesn’t lift the banishment edict from you, your parents will shun you. That means no help, no money.” “Shit, I keep forgetting about that.” Fort slumped against the wall and scrubbed at his face with both hands. Despair dulled his bright hazel eyes and dragged at his usually lively features. Hunter touched his shoulder in commiseration. “It shouldn’t be a problem, but you need to remember what Uncle Rann did to Chase.” “Hell, yeah, I remember.” Fortrayn shuddered. “Uncle Rann is certifiable. What he did to Chase was criminal, and I’d like to know why he’s still running the Eastern-American Pack” “He’s running it because he’s their Alpha Prime, designated as such by my father. As the elder sibling, Dad could have held the entire American pack under his control. Instead,

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he chose to split it and share leadership with his twin brother. Therefore, no one can wrest control away without Dad’s consent, and so far, he ain’t giving it.” Hunter pressed the bankbook into Fort’s hand. “Luckily, I have more than enough money, and my funds are not tied up in pack business. Since I can do this without falling under censorship from the Great Council, it makes me happy that I can see to your den’s security. This way, there is money for the children no matter what happens.” Melody frowned. “Why are you talking like you are going away or dying?” Suspicion grew in her, chilling her mind with dread. “Hunter, what are you not telling me?” He shook his head, giving her a warning glance and a private signal to let her know they would discuss her concerns later. Mel nodded back, still anxious, but content to wait. Fortrayn swept Rosa up in an exuberant hug, swinging her around in tight circles. Her dress flew up, exposing the tops of her trim thighs. “Rosa, you know what this means ...?” Rosa laughed. “No rent?” “Well, yeah, that too, but I was thinking about the space problem. The layout of the duplex next door is just like this one. There’s a master suite, two bedrooms, and a room we can use as a library, plus a dining room off the kitchen.” Rosa placed a calming hand over her mate’s still moving mouth. “Yes, mijo, that is what duplex means, sí?” The look she exchanged with Melody, woman-to-woman, said it all. “Oh, let him vent, Rosa,” Melody advised, shaking her head and grinning at his enthusiasm. “He’s like a cute puppy when he gets excited.” Rosa’s face shifted, a knowing expression taking over. Suddenly, her face wore a sultry, earthy expression. She looked very much mated. “He’s no puppy, mi hermana. That one is grown up in all the right places.” Fort moved Rosa’s hand after planting a kiss in her palm. “Best of all, we’ll be living right next door to Hunter. Any sane wulf will think twice before challenging him. This gives us another layer of protection for Andrea.” “You are a wonderful father and protector, always thinking about our safety,” Rosa praised him, pulling his head down for a kiss. “Thank you, mi esposo.” Melody and Hunter watched as Fortrayn laid a kiss on Rosa that heated up the room. “I taught him everything he knows,” Hunter bragged in a whisper, his lips feathering the sensitive whorl of Mel’s ear. She chuckled and swatted at his face, moving him away from her ticklish area. Glancing back over at Rosa and Fort, Melody saw the other couple was ignoring them. Lost in their heated exchange, Fort had moved in closer to Rosa, slid a heavily muscled thigh between her legs, and was rolling his hips in a suggestive, sexy, bump-and-grind that made Mel swallow thickly.


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Chapter Three “That was sweet, Hunter ... giving Fortrayn and Rosa the deed to the other half of your duplex.” Melody sat on the side of the bed, watching her mate rummage through the closet for a set of clean clothes. Her man believed in air-drying. Still wet from his solitary shower, his skin gleamed in the low lighting, enticing and mouth-watering. Melody wanted to slip her arms around his back and sip the drops of beaded water off his shoulders and arms. Heat coiled under her skin and along the conduits of her body, sluicing through her veins in a volcanic rush that pooled in the caldron of her sex. If she didn’t get some action soon, she was going to implode. Licking her lips, Mel rocked her hips, bringing the folds of her skirt out from under her full bottom. With a sly glance in the mirror to see if he was watching, she fanned the hem, flipping the skirt up to show her pantyless state. Between her chunky thighs, spread wide to show Hunter how hungry she was, her pussy glistened with her welling juices, deeply pink and swollen. Her clit rode high and thick between the slippery lips, exposed and needy. She leaned back on her hands, tilting her hips up. Hunter’s eyes met hers in the glass. For a moment, thunder rumbled in the room as his low bass growl vibrated the furniture. Then his mouth tightened, and he gave his head a slight shake. “Pull your skirt down, Melody. And for god’s sake, put some panties on.” Her eyes narrowed. “This is my den, too. I’ll go naked if I want to.” He turned, leaned his hips against the dresser, and crossed his arms. “I’m not going to fuck you, no matter what stunt you pull.” “I’m ... I ...” Melody swallowed, swiped her dry lips with a raspy tongue. She sat up straight. In a low voice she admitted, “I really need to come, Hunter. My panties were so wet


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they were about to start dripping. I took them off and tossed them into the hamper while you were in the shower.” Hunter crossed his legs, ignoring the swelling taking place between his thighs. “Bring yourself off.” After a shocked moment, Melody averted her swimming eyes and tried to stop her bottom lip from trembling. She bit down until it firmed, refusing to use tears to soften him up. If she couldn’t get him to fuck her without tricks, then she didn’t deserve it. “I don’t need an orgasm, Hunter. I need to climax ... with you.” Fingers shaking, she unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off, revealing her plump, full breasts. She palmed her nipples, twisting the hard nubs between her thumbs and forefingers until they stood stiff and alert, encircled by a puffy ring of dark chocolate areoles. With an audible thunk, Hunter’s cock popped out from between his legs, fully extended, tip flushed red and blood-swollen. Pre-cum dribbled down the crown, pearly drops coalescing and dripping onto the plush carpet. A hiss of displeasure escaped him and Hunter snarled low and angrily. “I said no, Melody. I refuse to be manipulated ... even by you!” His eyes narrowed. “There’s still enough anger inside me that if I come over there, you’ll soon be wishing you hadn’t started this. I’ll take my pleasure and leave you aching.” All playful sexiness dropping from her demeanor, Melody lowered her hands and fisted them at her side. “Let’s talk about that anger, shall we?” Looking into his eyes, she shook her head slowly. “What on earth made you think you could fool me for long?” He shifted uneasily, moved his gaze away, refusing to meet her eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Melody gave a disbelieving huff. “Don’t make me laugh, Hunter. You’re a piss-poor liar, thank god.” She stood and walked over to the closet, rummaged inside for something comfortable and loose. Pulling out a bright purple dashiki splashed with pink and green hibiscus flowers, she stuck her arms inside and yanked it down over her head. Hunter shielded his eyes with his forearm, shrieking in a high-pitched voice, “Bright light! Bright light!” Mel couldn’t help it. She laughed. “Shut up, you fool!” “I’m going to rip that monstrosity to shreds one day. It hides your body from me, and those flowers are butt ugly.” “Touch my dashiki and you die.” “It’s a fucking muumuu, not a dashiki. Dashikis are cool. That thing is just ...” He winced. “... wrong!” “I like it.” “Better wash it by hand then,” he muttered under his breath, thinking she couldn’t hear him. “Once it hits the laundry, it hits the street.”

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“What was that, oh sleeper-on-the-couch one?” “Uh ... I said, ‘don’t get in a quandary ... you can keep it, sweet’?” Raising a skeptical eyebrow, she flopped down on the bed. “Yeah, I thought it was something like that.” Sobering as she gazed into his beloved face, she asked, “Do you know how much I love you?” A half-smile stretched his well-formed lips. “Let’s see, would that be less than I love you but more than yesterday?” “Not even close,” she murmured, eyes tearing at the devotion she read in his earnest gaze. Damn, he was so beautiful to her. Six feet, five inches of prime male acreage, two hundred ninety-seven pounds of untamed, muscled strength, Hunter was any woman’s dream of masculinity. Every last inch and hulking pound was hers -- her personal eyecandy -- and so much more ... Sure, there were a few gray hairs in the black mop he rarely took the time to groom. Those glinting gray strands did not detract from his appeal; in fact, those signs of maturity heightened his attractiveness. His hazel eyes were so sexy with their swirls of green, brown, and lighter gold. That sharp blade of a nose stopped his face from being classically handsome, but given the choice, she wouldn’t change his features in any way. She loved every inch of him: his wide shoulders, slim waist, and long, muscular runner’s legs combined to make up a package that fired her lust and inspired her most erotic fantasies. “You think you’re protecting me?” Hunter sighed. “Only you would come up with a scenario like that after I’ve insulted you and barked at you.” “Your bark is worse than your bite, but the thing is ... that last insulting suggestion is what gave you away.” He came and sat beside her, hands clasped between his open knees. “I don’t understand.” She leaned into him, keeping her hands to herself since he obviously needed her to do that. “I know you don’t, sweetie.” Taking a moment to compose and order her thoughts, Melody tried to find the right words to explain to him how she’d stumbled over his attempted deception. “The first night we met, I wasn’t inclined to get involved with you. It took a lot of arguing on your part to convince me we could make a go of this relationship.” She turned to face Hunter, wanting him to see her eyes and know how sincere she was. “You made me believe in you. You didn’t promise nothing would ever hurt me, or I’d be safe forever. What you did promise is that you’d always be there to soothe any hurt, and you’d try to keep me


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safe, even if that meant keeping me safe from you. When you said, ‘Bring yourself off!’ the pain in your eyes stole my breath away.” Hunter groaned and hung his head. “I wanted to rip my tongue out the second the words left my damned mouth.” She cupped his face in her hands. “I know to the depth of my being, that it hurt you more to say those words than it did for me to hear them.” “Oh, babe!” His arms came around her, hugging hard, holding tight. Melody hugged him back. After a while, she drew away, putting space between them so she could search his expression, but kept his hands enfolded in hers. “Earlier, in the bathroom, you deliberately picked a fight. Being your usual leavenothing-to-chance self, you used the one thing guaranteed to throw me off kilter, to mess with my head enough to make sure I wasn’t thinking straight. You used our sexual relationship, and it worked ... for a while.” “What tipped my hand?” He kept his head bowed, eyes down, gazing at their entwined hands. She looked down, too, drawn by his focused stare. As always, how well they contrasted caught Melody off guard. Like his name, Hunter McCallum’s complexion brought to mind the ancient warriors of the Scottish Heath, the rolling hills of Scotland. His skin glowed with the warmth of an even tan except beneath his pant line, where he was fair and pale under his dense body hair. His hands, though, were a nice warm brown a shade darker than tan, with a brush of short, coarse hair at knuckles and wrists that lent a masculine grace and beauty to the powerful appendages. Entangled with his, Melody’s hands were colored a deeply shadowed mocha -- the dark brown of fresh-tilled ground, loamy and rich in minerals. They complemented each other. “You accepted my apology and still wouldn’t fuck me.” She raised disbelieving eyes to his, humor bubbling over. “I mean ... come on, Hunter! There’s a term for your level of sexual need in the medical books -- satyriasis. In other words, you’re always ready to fuck. There’s no way in hell you’d pass up a chance to have sex with me ...” She sobered. “... not unless you thought it would harm me in some way.” His hands tightened on hers. “First off, I’m no damned satyr! Satyrs are always horny. They’ll fuck anyone and anything, with or without consent. Secondly, the only woman I’m always ready to fuck is you.” “But you didn’t,” Melody pointed out, “and thereby I rest my case. So I’ll ask you again ... what are you protecting me from? And don’t try to lie to me again. I don’t like it. I’m a grown woman and can face anything life dishes out as long as we face it together.” Hunter released her hands and stood to pace about the room. His naked body gave off waves of nervous energy that Melody could almost feel crawling along her skin. The fine hairs on her arms and legs stood up, electrified by the wash of static in the air at his passing.

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“You’re right, and I’m sorry, but I make no apologies for trying to shield you from this. I’m your mate, and it’s my job to see you content.” Melody snorted. “It must be true what they say about canines having smaller brains! Do I look like I’m content right now? Start talking, buddy.” Running his hands through his hair, he finally told her what had precipitated their fight. “While I was at the office earlier, clearing up paperwork from the last gig, I got a call from Chase. He --” “The cousin who was supposed to come and talk with Fortrayn and Rosa about Andrea?” Hunter jolted to a standstill. Hands on his hips, he frowned down at her. “Please, honey, don’t interrupt me. This is hard enough to get through without losing my train of thought.” “Sorry. Continue.” Her meek reply seemed to placate him, for he resumed his tale and his pacing. “He should have been here three weeks ago, but a crisis in New York held him up. When he called, I thought he wanted to tell me the time his plane would be coming in so I could pick him up from the airport.” A snarl ripped from his lips. “Imagine my surprise when the next thing out of his mouth was a warning to make my claim on you official or he would take you from me.” “What?” Melody shot up off the bed, her eyes wide, mouth falling open in disbelief. “Could he do that, Hunter? Could he force me to go with him?” Fear clawed its way up her spine, spilling chills down her arms and legs. The thought of anyone other than Hunter touching her, loving her, frightened the hell out of her. She scurried over to Hunter and burrowed her body into his outstretched arms. “I thought you were the one in charge of this area. Does he outrank you?” Hunter swept his huge hand down her back, soothing and calming her. “Take it easy, Melody. Calm down. I have you, and you’re safe. He’ll have to challenge. He doesn’t outrank me and can’t just dance in here and claim you.” She shuddered, her mind racing over the possibilities. The fact that Hunter was telling her this indicated he didn’t consider it a light threat. She couldn’t believe -- didn’t want to let herself believe -- that some wulf could actually waltz in and snatch her away from the wulf she’d grown to love so desperately. “For how long?” “What did you ask me, baby?” Hunter sounded distracted, as if his brain was off plotting strategies and angles, leaving only a small bit of consciousness to oversee his conversation with her. Mel drew back and tilted her neck to meet his somber gaze, not caring that her own worry had to be naked in her eyes. “You said you have me, but for how long? If this Chase


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can make a threat like this, and you’re worried enough to stop fucking me, he has to have a good chance of achieving what he’s threatened.” Hunter stiffened under her hands. “The only way anyone will ever take you from me is over my dead body!” He spat the words, a vicious snarl accompanying them. Melody gasped. Her heart fell like lead to her belly where it sat, poisoning her gut. Lightheaded, she felt sick with dread. “Oh, my god, Hunter! That’s what the deed and the savings accounts are all about -- they’re your own insurance policies for us. You think Chase will kill you or win the challenge!” “No, I don’t. I’m just covering all the bases ...” Melody cut him off, her frantic words spilling from her in a jumbled rush. “Wait! He told you to make your claim official ... just what all does that entail?” Hunter didn’t answer her. Moving over to the dresser, he yanked a pair of faded, soft jeans from the drawer and stepped into them, carefully nestling Buford to the left and easing the zipper up over his quiescent member. Stalking to the closet, he snatched a shirt off the rack and yanked his arms through the armholes. Only then did he turn to face her. She stood by the closet, stiff as a scarecrow, arms crossed and hands gripping her elbows. Balling his hands into fist at his sides, he grimaced. “It entails fucking you in fur in front of the entire Pack. You know that. I’ve told you a hundred times that our bond isn’t secure and legal until our mating is approved by the Pack Alpha Prime. Barring that, mating in fur will solidify the bond between us, stopping any other wulf’s transgression until the verdict is given by the Alpha Prime.” Face stern, Hunter put his hand on her and led her back to the bed and pressed her down. Her knees folded, dropping her on the side of the mattress. He stepped back, faced her like an automaton, emotion damped and set aside, intent on dragging every unsavory aspect of his recent behavior into the unmerciful light of self-judgment. “They say confession is good for the soul. Well, I’m not proud of what I almost did, earlier. I headed home fully prepared to get this over with -- mount you, negate the threat and meet Chase with a fait accompli. I probably burned all the tread off the motorcycle tires going so fast. For those first frantic moments, it didn’t matter to me that you would be unwilling -- or at the very least, unenthusiastic -- and frightened. All I cared about was making sure Chase couldn’t take you from me.” Hunter met her worried gaze, revealing the shame that turned his hazel eyes a muddy green. “My decision was cowardly and wrong. It was unworthy of your trust and defiled our growing bond. I should have been thinking about what was best for you, what would best meet your needs. Instead, I thought only of myself.” “You’re what’s best for me!” Melody cried, twisting her hands in her lap, wishing she could get through to him, help him see his actions through her eyes, not his more judgmental ones. “There was nothing wrong with wanting to make sure your slimy cousin doesn’t waltz in here and try to steal me out from underneath you. God, the nerve of that guy!”

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Hunter’s eyes flared with thankful heat at her words, but then he shook his head, refusing her mercy. His eyes dulled. “Maybe so, Mel, but I think there’s definitely something wrong with not taking your needs into consideration. And to top it all off, your reaction pissed the hell outta me. When I told you what I planned, you responded with fear.” He smiled ruefully. “Actually, that was a good thing, because it enabled me to regain enough control to put the brakes on.” “Well, take them off!” Mel jumped to her feet and rushed to him, trying her best to undress him. “Change and we can do what’s necessary, now,” she screeched, tugging at his shirt. “I don’t want some other wulf’s hands on me, touching me, Hunter.” She panted tearfully. “I couldn’t bear it ...” He took her hands in his and chafed her cold flesh. “No. Melody, stop it. We won’t take the easy way out -- not like this ...” “Why not?” she wailed. “Why the hell not, for god’s sake? What’s wrong with the easy way? Why even accept Chase’s challenge?” “I told you I wouldn’t be manipulated, and I meant it,” Hunter growled, his face stiff and cold. “To fuck you in my fur form simply to stop Chase’s insanity is wrong. It should mean something when we do it.” “Screw that shit!” Cold anger coated Melody’s words in ice. “I will never understand men! God, I hate testosterone poisoning. Your sudden hardheaded reticence to do what you’ve been pushing me toward the past three months could very well prove tragic for both of us!” She fisted her hands at her hips and got in Hunter’s face. “You listen to me good, Hunter McCallum. You get your buff ass naked, change, and get your furry ass in that bed,” she shouted, pointing to their king-sized bed. “I won’t take the risk of having you killed or hurt, do you hear me?” “I am the Alpha of San Francisco. Am I Alpha of this den?” Hunter drew himself up to his full height as he waited for her answer. He slowly drew back, distancing his emotions and body from Melody. She felt his retreat, felt him throw up barriers to their mental connection, leaving her alone and forlorn. She bit back a whimper, mind and body aching at his absence. She hadn’t been alone in her head since that first night when Hunter had bit her and established their first link.

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bending her neck, and she didn’t hold the position long. She usually didn’t do subservient, but for her man’s pride ... “Yes, you are Alpha of this den -- Alpha of my heart.” His eyes blazed at her answer. His hands came up and cupped her cheeks. His thumbs wiped away the tears dripping from her eyes. “Then you hear me, Melody, when I tell you no wulf will dictate my actions in my territory or in my den.” Bending to her lips, he took her mouth in a slow, soft conquest of tongue and lips and teeth. Trailing lower, skimming her jawbone, he brushed his lips against his mark, breathing hot air across it, making it and her tingle. “You’re mine, Melody ... forever. If I have to win you on the challenge field, I will. When I mate you -- and I will mate you, my sweet, sexy bitch -- it will be because we have chosen to make the deepest commitment of all to each other. We will be forging a bond that only death will end. It’s too important to me to tarnish it by making it a convenience.” He dropped his head to her breasts, mouthed the nipples beneath her thin dashiki. They sprang to attention, standing stiff and needy under his gentle treatment. One clawed hand came up and ripped the garment from neck to waist. It dropped away, revealing her generous bosom to his lusting eyes. Melody’s head fell back, neck arching at the pleasure he stroked into her flesh as he leisurely lapped at her turgid nipples, seemingly content to spend the rest of the day right where he was. The hint of danger, the threat of his claws on her skin lent a spice to his foreplay. Liquefied heat gathered between the folds of her sex, spilled from her to scent the air about them. Hunter lifted his nose and sniffed the air. “Is that dinner I smell -- that luscious scent of hot, ripe pussy?” His mouth returned to hers. She moaned, unable to articulate an answer with his lips covering hers, his tongue swirling around hers, seducing her with his continued slow steps in this dance of arousal. He was driving her crazy. Grinding her thighs together, Melody crooned under her breath, the empty space in her belly crying for Hunter to fill it. A sinking feeling swept over her. Hunter was adamant. She knew he wouldn’t make love to her until he considered the timing right. “How can you tease me like this, get me so hot and bothered, and then leave me aching for you?” His mouth lifted from hers, only to sink down to her plump breasts. His hands smoothed up and down her back, calming her even as his tongue, teeth and claws drove her up a hilly slope of desperate desire. “I won’t leave you hungry this time, sweet bitch,” he promised, gently taking the top of her breast between his teeth and sucking until he left a love-mark. “I’m going to eat your sweet pussy until we both are filled.”

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Need clawed furrows of pain in her abdomen as Hunter’s head dropped lower, his mouth open on her skin, teeth nipping the abundant flesh beneath her breasts as his lips skimmed the rounded curve of her tummy. “Oh god,” she gasped, “could you hurry and get there? I’m starving for you!” His claws lightly raked her plump mounds, abrading her nipples, making the peaks draw up and tingle from his edgy caresses. Her heartbeat increased, pounding out a rhythm as he lifted her in his arms and laid her on the bed, carefully draping her large body just how and where he wanted her. “Will you stay the way I’ve placed you, or shall I restrain you?” He hadn’t restrained her since that first night. Melody inhaled sharply, her excitement spiking high as she thought of how he would torture her, make her wait, make her beg for the orgasm she already needed almost more than she needed to breathe. “I-I’ll stay ... put ... don’t tie me ...” She panted, squirming under his stern gaze. With a doubtful grunt, Hunter climbed up onto the bed, swung a thigh over her pelvis, and settled down to stripping the remnants of her ripped dashiki from her. His eyes lit up with unholy glee. She groaned and watched him take great pleasure shredding the gaudy purple material, his mouth slashed in a triumphant grin as he tossed the pieces to the floor. “So much for that baggy piece of shit! I truly hated it,” he drawled, lifting her arms over her head and spreading them toward the far corners of the headboard. “You know what? I’m going shopping with you for some new clothes. I don’t want you wearing frumpy bags that hide this luscious body of yours.” His hands swept down her torso, claws catching at nipples and navel. His eyes gazed down on her, the heat of his lust burning her through her skin. Hazel irises going molten gold, fur speeding in a cloaking wave across his shoulders and down his arms and legs, Hunter dragged in a heavy breath and held it. “By the moon, my beautiful bitch, you make me hard just lying there! By all the gods, you’re stunning -- every big, succulent inch of you!” At the look in his eyes and his words of worship, a gush of silky desire soaked Melody’s mound, covered the thick curls sheltering her sex. A thrill shot through her, electrifying the tips of her breasts and the small bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. God, she loved hearing Hunter praise her body. He made her feel like a queen, like an all-powerful black goddess. And when his wicked tongue lapped at her dark folds -- swollen and engorged with the pulsing blood of arousal -- he made her believe she could fly. “Oh my GAWD ...!” she cried, lifting up, arching her pelvis toward his greedy mouth, sinking her fingers into his thick pelt of hair and tugging him into her heat. “You make me burn, Hunter! Only you can ring my bells, make me hear music ...” With an impatient groan, Hunter drew back. Cursing viciously, he pulled away and slid off the bed, his mouth sulky, lips wet with her intimate cream. “That’s not bells you hear, sweetness. It’s the damned cell phone.”


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Chapter Four “Oh ... oh ... oh ... yes! Fuck me harder ... harder ... yes, Fort!” Rosa shouted as her mate’s cock surged in and out of her tight sheath, stretching her pussy lips so wide she feared she might split under his ruthless assault. Arms stretched above her head, Rosa’s hands wrapped around the edge of the counter with a white-knuckled grip. Her full breasts bounced and jiggled under the fierce, hard pounding as Fortrayn fucked her hard. At her back, the counter of the island workspace radiated cold, the countertop chilly and hard against her shoulder blades. The rest of her body felt flushed and sweaty, the heat from Fortrayn’s large body blanketing hers, creating an intimate circle of warmth in the empty kitchen. Her hands came down and clenched at his naked back, nails digging into his furred skin as she keened with rising excitement. She shouted again, arching when he took a nipple in his mouth, his fangs pressing against the crest, tongue bathing it in heat hot enough to steam tamales.

You like that, sweet stuff? Fortrayn’s mental question slid into her conscious, smooth as melted butter. In a month, he’d grown to be so much a part of her, she no longer started when he spoke mindto-mind with her. “Oh yes, my man, my lover!” She threw her hips up at him, meeting his thrusts with everything inside her. “I love the way you fuck me so hard, so deep. Don’t stop ... never stop! Oh damn it, hombre, I’m coming!” Fire licking along her veins, she shuddered beneath him, tightening her legs around his waist, using her inner muscles to squeeze his cock in her rippling cunt as fireworks exploded in her belly and lightning flashed through her system.

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Fort reared up on his elbows, curling her legs over his arms as he changed the angle and entered her with a series of short, rapid, jackhammer thrusts. “Oh, babe ... that’s just the way I like it! You’re so hot and tight around me, a sweet sexy glove. Squeeze that sweet pussy around me. Let me feel your love ... feel you milking my cock.” “Déme su amor!” she screamed as the fiery orgasm blasted her apart, unraveling her muscles and leaving her limp and sated. “I’ll give you my love, all right,” Fort panted, his hips stilling as he pressed into her as far as he could go, held inside as his knot formed and melded them together. “Here comes a hot load of my love, Rosalita -- it’s all yours. Take every single drop of my cum, baby!”

***** “Damn it, it’s not like I have a choice. The commissioner called. I have to go.” Mel didn’t respond to Hunter’s terse explanation. Turned on her side, hands tucked between her knees, she squeezed her thighs together. It didn’t help. Damn it, she hurt! “I hope this won’t take long, but I’ll be honest and tell you I doubt it. Kevin says there’s an emergency on the Golden Gate Bridge that requires my assistance. Since I only get called in on paranormal problems, it must be a doozy.” Refusing to look at him, Melody heard Hunter rummaging about, jingling his keys, stepping into his shoes ... probably putting his wallet in his back pants pocket. She wanted to kill him. “Melody?” She could feel the heat of his nearness radiating at her back. One hand fell on the soft pad of her shoulder, smoothing a gentle caress into her skin. She shrugged him off with a wordless snarl. A second later, she yelped at the hot burn of his handprint on her right ass cheek. “You bastard!” she screamed, coming up on her knees to whirl about and face him. One hand rubbed the stinging spot. “That’s adding injury to insult!” Hunter’s eyes narrowed, then widened when he caught the scent of her. Oh, she saw him realize what her anger was about, all right. His chest rose and fell on a distracted sigh as both his arms came about her. “I’m sorry we were interrupted, baby, but this is my city. I took an oath to protect it. People could be dying while I delay, Melody.” Dragging her close, he cradled her unresponsive body. “I also made you a promise not to leave you hungry. I -- what do you want me to do, Melody? This is your call,” he whispered, sounding torn.


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She sighed, lowering her head against his hair-covered chest. Soaking in his unique smell, basking in his hard, heated comfort, she sighed again before pushing him away. “Go, Hunter. Like you said, people could be dying ...” “You precious bitch, do you know how much I love you?” Hunter’s lips covered hers. She melted under his frantic kiss. Head reeling, the most she could force was a half smile and a gruffly spoken, “No, at the moment, I can’t say I do ...” Hunter stroked her cheek with one crooked finger. “Not half as much as I’m going to, because my love for you will continue to increase every single day of my life.”

Awww ... How could she resist a male who spouted such romantic drivel? “Go save the world, Superman. I’ll be waiting when you get home.” “I’ll be back as soon as possible. Keep my pussy hot for me.” With a last kiss and a quick pat to said area, Hunter left the room, looking over his shoulder for a last, lingering glimpse of her naked full-figured bod. Melody fell back on the mattress and moaned aloud. She had a feeling being married to a cop was going to prove to be worse than when she’d been married to a minister. With a sigh, she got up and headed to the bathroom. A shower would help relieve the stiffness of muscles pulled tight with stress. She also needed to get the drying sticky female cum washed off her. Then she’d go to the study and check on Blair and Andrea. After that, she’d probably bake something. Nothing took her mind off frustrated sex like the smell of fresh baked goodies and the feeling of accomplishment at providing treats for her family.

***** The sleek black limousine purred through traffic, coasting along the freeway like a majestic shark through calm waters. The usual snarl of San Franciscan traffic, swelled by the influx of late afternoon commuters getting off work, flowed or halted around the vehicle, so there was always an open space, an escape route. Chase McCallum expected nothing less of his personal driver. Pushing back his cuff, the werewulf checked his watch, trying and failing to conceal his impatience. His private jet had landed almost three hours ago and here they were, stalled in sluggish traffic, still nowhere near Daly City -- a more sedate suburb of the teeming city known in some circles as the modern Sodom. Kerry leaned over and passed his Alpha a glass with two inches of scotch in it. “It shouldn’t be too long now, sir.” In the other corner, Taylor -- a black wulf whose body was built on a powerful scale -- sat quietly, eyes shaded by dark glasses. He was Chase’s muscle, the fighter who guarded his Alpha’s back. Ready to deal death in an instant, he nevertheless preferred the peaceful stillness of silence in between bouts of violence. Chase’s voice, when he spoke, was gruff with displeasure. “What was the problem that caused all that traffic piled up outside the airport?”

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“We don’t know, sir. The radio mentioned some sort of obstruction on the Golden Gate Bridge. All reports claim it’s a major pile up with at least thirteen overturned cars and the death toll unknown, but rising.” “Hmm.” Chase grunted, passing the empty glass back and stretching his long legs out, crossing them at the ankle. The fingers of his left hand beat an impatient tattoo against the buttery black leather of the cushiony armrest. “That jam cost us a good piece of time. We’re over an hour behind schedule.” Kerry hung his head. “I’m sorry, Alpha. There was no way of foreseeing this.” Leaning his head back, Chase studied his man through lowered eyelids. “Tsk!” He made the impatient sound when the burly blond werewulf refused to meet his eyes. “You’re not omnipotent. I can hardly blame you for the condition of San Francisco’s traffic, now, can I, Kerry?” The man mumbled another apology and Chase bit the inside of his cheek to stop from blurting out something that would probably hurt the wulf’s sensitive feelings. Chase appreciated loyalty and took pains to be careful of things like that. Kerry had been his man since puppy-hood, one of three assigned to his personal entourage by a thensane Rann, who had been concerned over the safety of his only son. The faithful wulf had served him unreservedly over the years. There was nothing Chase could command that Kerry wouldn’t do without thought or conscience. A half-smile curved up the corner of Chase’s mouth. “Forget about it, Kerry. I’m sure we can make up the time once we get outside the confines of the city proper.” “Shall I call your cousin and tell him we’re en route?” Taylor reached up, slid his glasses down his nose, and glanced over the top at his gentler counterpart. His raised eyebrows and speaking expression clearing conveyed his disbelief at the naïveté of Kerry’s question. “And give him time to prepare? I think not! What do you think this is ... a social call?” Chase sat taller, flashing an aggrieved look at Taylor for his teasing. Eyes glowing fiercely, he made the warning clear and implacable. Kerry was more of a companion and personal secretary than a true bodyguard. This wasn’t the first time Chase had reprimanded his most aggressive retainer about harrying the hapless Kerry. Taylor’s massive shoulders lifted in a nonchalant shrug but his gaze lowered in submission. Replacing his Ray-Bans, he took up his former relaxed posture in the limo’s far corner. Kerry glanced from Taylor to Chase and back again. “What did I say wrong? Isn’t contacting Alpha Hunter the correct procedure?” With conscious effort, Chase also forced his body into a relaxed stance on the plush, black leather. Another smile, this one almost unwilling, stretched his lips. “Don’t worry about it, Kerry. Hunter surely knows I’m on my way ... and what I’m coming for.”


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Chapter Five Slinging his leg over his bike and standing to remove his helmet and gloves, Hunter looked back at the long line of bumper-to-bumper vehicles he’d maneuvered his classic Harley-Davidson Road King through to get to the police check-point on the Golden Gate Bridge. Hunter reached into the left saddlebag, retrieved a pair of dark sunglasses, and slid them on, shielding his already shifted eyes. Fresh meat and hot, spilled blood always made his eyes go feral, and he didn’t need questions and doubts of his loyalty to the force clouding the tense situation. The smell of the carnage littering the road up ahead had reached him long before he made it to the bridge. After a moment’s thought, he left his keys in the ignition in case the officer needed to move the vehicle before he returned. Drawing out his security ID card, Hunter prepared to flash it as he strode up to the yellow taped-off area, but the young officer manning the first checkpoint recognized him from other operations. Police work was a small world. He tucked the badge in a shirt pocket for easy retrieval. “Mr. McCallum ... man, am I glad to see you.” The rookie dipped his chin in salute, and Hunter subdued a grin. The human didn’t realize he’d just performed a traditional gesture used when wulves greeted an Alpha. “Danvers, isn’t it? What’s going on up front?” The man’s freckles stood out in his pale face. He smelled of recent vomit and hurt tangled up with fear. His complexion paled even more as he swallowed down a rise of bile. “Something’s on the bridge stopping the cars from passing. Something is ... tossing cars -even SUVs -- through the air! Right now, they’re just trying to get all these cars turned around and off the bridge, out of harm’s way. We’ve had multiple pile-ups, sir. The death toll is rising as the rescue teams pry the busted vehicles open.”

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Hunter could have told the officer exactly how many mangled bodies littered the road. The rank stink of feces from sphincters going lax in death fouled the air. The sweeter scent of shredded meat, laced with fresh, running blood, wafted to his nostrils, and he automatically controlled the urge to feed. He hoped like hell none of his more rabid kindred lurked near this killing ground. Drawing his attention from the distracting aromas, Hunter placed a commiserating hand on the youngster’s shoulder. “This your first major multiple, Danvers?” The kid swallowed, his head moving in a jerky nod. “Yes, sir, it is.” Hunter sighed. “Nothing you can do about those already dead, man. We’re here to make sure no others end up the same.” Danvers straightened his shoulders and stood tall. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” He pointed a shaky finger in the direction of the tollgates. “The commissioner is waiting for you. He said to let you through as soon as you showed up.” Hunter gave the officer a considering glance and nodded in approval. “You’ll do, kid. I puked my guts out first time I came up on something like this.” Astonishment widened the man’s eyes. He brightened. “Really, sir?”

No, not really, I’ve never lost a meal over road kill, boy. But the lie doesn’t hurt me and gives you back a little of your self-esteem. Hunter nodded. “Yep, I lost it big time.” “Well ... that’s ... er ... I mean ...” The youth drew himself up in unconscious replication of Hunter’s stance. “We can’t all keep it in when something like this happens. It’s okay to spew as long as you get right back to your duty.” Hunter almost laughed at the kid’s earnest attempt at comfort. “Thanks, man. I appreciate your not laughing at me over that lapse.” A confused frown creased Danvers’ eyebrows. “It’s ... laughing wouldn’t be nice, sir.” Hunter slid his glasses down and looked over the top of them into the boy’s eyes. “You still got some nice?” His head gave a disbelieving shake. “Huh! Rookies!” He slid his glasses back up. “Is it okay to leave my bike here?” The young officer took one look at the black and chrome classic and lost his sickly look. “Oh man, is she sweet! That’s the Harley-Davidson 2003 Road King, right?” “She is, indeed. Got a great --” “A 1340cc engine with a five-gallon gas tank that makes ... what? Thirty-seven miles a gallon in the city, right? Baby comes with removable saddlebags, backrest and windshield that lets you go from family man to solo in under five minutes and --” He tilted his head, scoping the bike with a knowledgeable eye. “-- looks like you opted for the electronic sequential port fuel injected version.” Hunter’s brows rose in admiration. “Looks like I’m leaving her in the hands of a connoisseur.”


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Danvers shrugged. “My dad rented us twin bikes from Motorcycle Rental over in San Rafael for my eighteenth birthday. We did the Highway 1 to Monterey Bay route.” His eyes went dreamy. “Boy, it was sweet! It’ll be years before I can afford one of these babies, though.” He glanced up at Hunter. “I’ll watch over her for you, sir.” Hunter left the man drooling over his pride and joy and made his way over to command central. Before he’d reached the men huddled together in the midst of confusion, a tall black man turned and met Hunter’s gaze across the bowed heads of his cronies. Kevin Morrison’s face hardened, and his eyes glinted with an elusive expression Hunter had never been able to fathom. His old partner didn’t look too glad to see him. Well, Hunter decided, Kevin was happier seeing him than he had been dealing with whatever bogey had scared him enough to call Hunter in on the problematic situation. “Hunter, glad you could drag yourself away from whatever you were doing to finally join us.” Hunter bit back a growl, thinking about just whom he’d dragged his reluctant bod away from. It took all his control not to turn around, get on his bike, and high-tail his still semi-hard cock back to Melody’s welcoming heat. “No problem, Kev, my man” He smirked, knowing how much the commissioner hated the shortened version of his name. “I never have anything better to do than snatch your bacon out of the fire.” A few of the men surrounding the police commissioner laughed outright. The others, more cautious or more dependent on the commissioner’s good graces, hid their guffaws behind fake coughs and raised fists. Hunter nodded, acknowledging the group of city officials and street warriors before turning back to Kevin. “So, Commissioner, what do we have, besides a media circus?” Face as pasty as a black man’s complexion could go, Morrison handed Hunter a pair of high-tech binoculars. “We don’t know ... but we can’t send any more of our people in there. That thing keeps tossing them back to us in pieces.” Hunter took the glasses, pushed his shades to the top of his head, and peered into the telescopic lenses. His lips grew tight as he worked the focus, bringing the scene into horrific clarity. Just at the base of the south tower, a hulking ... creature ... stood alone, surrounded by a wide circle of destruction. An area of over fifteen feet in diameter -- its edges defined by the piled up wreckage of cars, trucks, and SUVs, with rescue workers cautiously scrambling over and into the upended, discarded detritus -- lay between the tall, shaggy being and any other living thing. The thing was gigantic and stood at least a foot taller than Hunter’s six-foot-five inches in skin form. Fungus-green hair covered its burly muscular frame, and long matted tangles of hair sprang from its head in every direction. Thick legs held it upright as its neck swept left and right, turning its shaggy, misshapen head constantly, keeping its tormentors in view.

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Hunter lowered the field glasses and pursed his lips. Finished with them, he passed the binoculars back to Kevin. “I’ll be damned. I haven’t seen a troll in ... well ...” He ran the fingers of one hand through his hair, gripped a handful and tugged. “Fact is, I’ve never seen a troll -- until now. I’ve heard about them, though.” “But you know how to deal with one, right?” the commissioner asked. His voice came out strained and hushed, as if he feared the thing could hear his words from where it stood yards away in that circle of death and free-form motor sculpture. Hunter readjusted his sunglasses. “Nope.” “My god, Hunter, what are you saying?” Kevin’s voice rose with his agitation. “My men have shot this thing, gassed it and shocked it, all to no effect. We’ve had to close the bridge to cars both ways, and now traffic is piled up so far back, it’ll take a day and night to clear. Please don’t tell me you can’t handle this situation because frankly, I can’t afford to hear anything like that.” Hunter kept his eyes trained on the hairy creature that had begun to rock back and forth, keening in a voice so high-pitched, it hurt his ears. “I didn’t say I couldn’t handle it -though the jury hasn’t returned on that one. I simply said I didn’t know how to deal with it.” Kevin Morrison harrumphed. “I don’t have time to play semantics with you, McCallum. Can you take care of this problem for the city of San Francisco, or not?” Hunter smiled. The men surrounding the commissioner cringed. “Yeah,” he drawled, slow and mocking, “I can handle your problem Kevin ... for a price.” Kevin grimaced. “It always comes down to a price with you, doesn’t it, Hunter?” “I’d do it for friendship, Kev, but I know you don’t have any in stock.” Hunter’s comment made the commissioner flinch. “What do you want? Exactly how much money will it take for you to handle this situation?” “Once they find a bridge, it’s almost impossible to get a troll to leave,” Hunter informed his audience. “They’re tenacious and contentious and don’t take kindly to trespassers over what they consider their property. Course, they can usually be placated with a toll, but the Department of Transportation is already gouging us citizens for more than we can afford.” “Can. You. Deal. With. This. Thing?” Kevin snarled through gritted teeth, his jaw bunched in an angry knot. “I believe so. My fee for trying is time spent with my charges.” Kevin looked at Hunter, his face a big question mark. “I don’t understand.” “I’m beginning to see you never did,” Hunter whispered, almost to himself. He crooked his finger at Morrison, beckoning him closer, wanting to make sure no one overheard the upcoming conversation. Kevin reluctantly took the steps over to Hunter’s side, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I’m here. What do you want?”


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“An hour with my godchildren, Danielle and Kevin, Jr. You can supervise.” Kevin Morrison reared back. Forgetting himself, he raised his voice and rasped, “Hell no, you bastard!” An ache in the middle of his chest throbbed with a pain hot enough to scar. Hunter didn’t let Kevin see how his words had hurt him. “Okay, catch you later.” He turned and started walking back to his bike. “Wait! Where the hell are you going?” Hunter swung around. “Home. I left something simmering on the back burner to come out here. If I hurry, I can get back before it dries up.” The commissioner sputtered. “You ... you’ll just leave, just walk away like this? What about those people -- the ones that thing has already killed? What about the city?” “What about them, Kevin? I’m not even on the clock right now. This isn’t clean-up; this falls under your job description, not mine.” “How can you be so cold?” the black man hissed, eyes finally meeting Hunter’s bland gaze. A smile stretched his lips but failed to reach his eyes. “I took lessons from a friend.” “Suppose I agree to this blackmail ... what then?” “Then I’ll expect you to keep your word.” Hunter took his glasses off and slid them into his shirt pocket. This far from the others, his eyes would go unnoticed. Kevin was closer, and he had no problem seeing how far Hunter had shifted toward animal. “My god, Hunter, you’re losing control!” “This isn’t loss of control, Kevin. This is a warning. Back out of the deal, betray me again, and I’ll call in payment on the debt you owe me from fifteen years ago.” Morrison blanched. Hunter steeled his heart. He meant every word. He’d kill Kevin if he tried to renege on this bargain. He’d waited a long time to finagle a way to see his godchildren again. The commissioner took a deep breath. “All right,” he whispered, “you win.” Hunter shook his head and pointed back to the huddle of men standing a short distance away. “Say it ... say it out loud, Kevin, before all these witnesses ... loud enough for them to hear. Invite me to dinner.” Kevin’s eyes went wide. Looking like he’d bitten into something rotten, Morrison raised his voice and said, “Alison and the kids are looking forward to seeing you ...” He cocked his head, silently waiting for a clue. “Sunday,” Hunter mouthed.

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“... Sunday for dinner.” The lines of his dark face loosened, a cunning expression twisted his lips. “Don’t forget to bring your significant other. The missus is dying to meet her.” Hunter’s eyes narrowed, but his mouth stretched wide in an answering grin. “My fiancée, Mel, is sorta shy, but she’s been dying to meet my ex-partner and his family after all I’ve told her about them. Tell you what, Kevin ... I’ll bring both her and her son. What time should we show up?” “Three.” Hunter rocked on his heels, hiding his grin at Kevin’s chagrin. “Cool. We’ll be there.” He started for his motorcycle once more. “Where are you going? We had a deal!” Hunter didn’t stop walking. “I’ve got some peppermint drops in my saddlebags. Scuttlebutt has it trolls love sweets.”

***** Five minutes later, Hunter was standing on the other side of ground zero. The troll still swayed to its own bizarre music, keening in that high-pitched mournful cry that grated on Hunter’s ears like fingernails down a blackboard. “Good afternoon.” “G’way!” The troll’s answer was more grunt and rumbling bass growl than words. The keening started back up. “’Fraid I can’t do that, dude. I’m here to find out if you need killing or if this is all just a big misunderstanding.” Hunter swept his arms wide, gesturing to the left and right of him. Something out the corner of his eye caught Hunter’s attention and he froze. Had that been a

feeble movement behind a miraculously unbroken window? A focused sniff and excellent hearing told him there was fresh blood in the car and a frantic heart pumping more out of a gashed wound. “Pardon me, dude,” Hunter murmured, tossing an unwrapped piece of peppermint at the hulking giant. “I’ll get back to you in a moment.” The troll snatched the sweet out of the air, the flashing movement telling Hunter what he wanted to know about his adversary. He wouldn’t be battling a lumbering, slow beast of a monster. That troll was fast as a whippet and probably deadly in a fight. Backing carefully away from the troll, he angled toward the mangled Mazda 626 listing drunkenly atop another late-model vehicle now twisted into an indistinguishable wreck. As he’d feared, there was a person trapped inside the distorted frame of the car. Hunter’s nostrils flared. Close as he was now, he could discern the acrid scent of spilling gasoline and smoldering flames.


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“Oh shit!” The damn car was gonna blow, and that poor sucker inside would be shish kebab if he didn’t get him out. Now! Ignoring the troll, Hunter vaulted over the piles of debris between him and the Mazda and started ripping at the steel and glass separating him from the doomed man. I hope only

Morrison is fielding long distance glasses right now. Needing more strength than his skin form allowed, he called on the power of his inner beast. It exploded into him. Fur -- thankfully hidden by his shirt and jeans -- flashed along his shoulders and down his back, covering his arms and legs in a dense pelt of silver-tipped black. Eyes burning molten gold with otherworldly power, Hunter dropped his jaw, making space for the fangs growing out his gums. With a roar that shook the bridge, he shredded through the tough metal, molded plastic, and glass like the mediums were paper. In less than a minute, he had the dazed man free. Behind him, the sound of men running and voices calling alerted him to the rescue team members braving the troll to get to the man Hunter had pulled from the wreckage.

Damn, were they insane? Those yahoos had more gumption than wisdom. Any intelligent being knew you didn’t go stomping about on a troll’s bridge while one was standing less than a hundred feet in front of you. Right now, the troll was the least of his worries. Hunter dropped to his knees, quickly throwing off the change and reverting to skin form. He couldn’t afford to let the humans on the bridge realize there was more than one freak among them today. He slipped his glasses over his burning eyes just as the crew came up to him and grabbed the man from his slack arms, working frantically to get him conscious. Hunter squatted there, unable to move, trying to catch his breath. His vision blurred as one paramedic waved a hand in his face. “Sir, are you all right?”

Hell, no, I’m not all right! “Yeah, I’m good.” Hunter stifled a groan as he came to his feet. Every single muscle ached and burned. His body felt like a Mack truck had slammed into him. Forcing the change like that took a large toll on his strength and reserves. He’d need protein soon -- and lots of it. No time for that, though. Even greater than his need to stoke up on nutrients was the need to clear the bridge of human witnesses and the media before he confronted the troll. “Hey, you got a walkie-talkie on you?” The medic eyed Hunter up and down with a skeptical look. “You don’t seem able to swat a gnat, let alone lift a phone.” Hunter just stared at him. Sighing, the man pulled his walkie-talkie out of its holster and handed it to Hunter.

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“Thanks, man.” Hunter nodded. “I’ll just be a minute ...” He walked away from the human far enough to ensure privacy for his conversation. “Morrison, this is Mac. Copy.” “Morrison, here. Copy.” “Need you to clear the bridge of gawkers and cameras before we bring in the NHP team. There are too many witnesses and potential victims. Copy.” “That might prove difficult. The media is sticking firm, quoting freedom of the press. They’re swarming over here and more are pouring in as we speak. Copy.” Growing aggravated, Hunter sighed. Why did every frigging thing have to be so difficult? Couldn’t he have one situation that resolved itself without him having to resort to threats, murder, or mayhem? Anger sharpened his voice, tightened his hand on the walkie-talkie. “Morrison, you should have known better than to let them gain a foothold in the first place. Listen, I can’t face this thing alone, not ... like I am.” Aware he was on an open channel, Hunter was careful to code his words. All they needed was for some yahoo to get wind of just how special the Non-Human Protectors were. “Do you copy, Morrison? I need to ... bulk up, and I may need backup. You get these walking interferences off this bridge, or I’m outta here!” As an afterthought, he brought the communication unit back up. “Over, damn it!” With a snarl of disgust, he stomped over to the medic, slapped the walkie-talkie into his hand before turning and stomping to the side of the bridge, where he leaned back, stretched his arms out and rested against the huge metal strut as he studied the troll. Wracking his brains, he tried to correlate every bit of information he’d ever heard about trolls. For the life of him, Hunter couldn’t draw up any pertinent information other than the facts trolls liked sweets, and once they claimed a bridge, they pretty much became immovable objects. On the far side of the twisted metal barrier of jacked-up vehicles, the paramedics prepared to pull out. Keeping one eye on the troll and the other on the activity of the humans, Hunter heard the connecting signal of an incoming call. The unit he’d borrowed crackled. A beep sounded. The medic lifted the walkie-talkie to his ear and listened. “Tell that goddamned son-of-a-bitch the NHP is already here. I’ll have this place cleared in ten. Over.” The man holstered his phone and cleared his throat. “Uh, the commissioner says give him ten minutes, sir.” Hunter didn’t turn his attention away from the troll and its puzzling actions. “That’s not what he said, but thanks, pal, ’ppreciate it.” The incomprehensible behavior of the large predator drew his gaze, and he frowned, wondering, What the hell does all that rocking and

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“Hey, look ...” The paramedic stared at Hunter in consternation. “You’re not planning to take that monster on single-handedly, are you?” Hunter turned to face him. He leaned his elbows on the strut bracing the section of bridge he was leaning on. “Somebody has to, so yeah, I am. Why?” The man shrugged, but his eyes flickered over Hunter’s body as if cataloging all the bones that could be broken. “I’ve scraped up enough bodies today. I don’t want the last one to be yours. Take your own advice and get the hell off this bridge.” Hunter glanced over at the agitated troll, and then back to the medic. “Wish it was that easy,” he muttered. He gazed at the troll, trying to estimate its height and weight. The hair covered everything and blurred the lumpy outline of the gigantic creature enough to make judging its true musculature an imprecise art. Height, now, that was no problem. It stood as tall as he did in his mid-form. Glancing over at the toll gates, he saw Morrison had kept his word and was clearing everyone but the on-duty members of the paranormal security task force, the Non Human Protectors -- or NHP -- from the area. Hunter was proud of his role in making the formation of the undercover ops possible. The group was brand spanking new, not even a month old, and this would be their shakedown operation. Morrison had been of two minds over the wisdom of creating such an otherworldly squad, but Kevin’s superiors had overruled him and ordered him to work with Hunter. He had vetted the members Hunter recruited to build a team of non-human peacekeepers whose job would be policing the segment of the city’s population that most humans had no idea existed. Hunter was the captain. It chapped the commissioner’s hide, but the others refused to work with humans without a neutral go-between. They didn’t trust Morrison, mainly because the majority of them could smell his fear and dislike of anything not completely human. It didn’t make for an easy working relationship. When the police had finally removed everyone from danger, Hunter pushed off from his observation spot and headed toward the troll. He stopped short of getting in the thing’s face, about three feet out. “Okay, you and I need to have a little talk.” That shrill, almost ultrasonic keening cut off as the troll tilted its head to the side and peered through the tangled growth obscuring its facial features. A low, bass chirp vibrated the bridge, and Hunter got the vague impression the thing was trying to communicate ... to ask a question. “Can you understand me, big guy? You need to leave this bridge. This is not a good bridge for a troll anyway.” He ran his fingers through his hair, wondering why he was wasting his time trying to talk sense to a troll, for godssake ... “I mean, one glance about should have told you this was a high interface area. Just look ...” He pointed at the tollbooths, at the paved lines of high-speed highway. “What in

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hell were you thinking taking up residence on the Golden Gate? It’s the worst location in the city. What kind of house hunting did you do? Did you even look at the Bay Bridge? At least it has double decks and one-way traffic, each. It doesn’t sway in the damn breeze at the slightest wind.” The thing held its hand out and chirped again. “Oh, you do have a sweet tooth, don’t you?” Hunter reached in his pocket and drew out another candy. Unwrapping the peppermint, he tossed it in the general vicinity of the troll. Like greased lightning, it snatched the treat out of the air and devoured it, humming all the while. As soon as its mouth was empty, the thing held its hand out for more. “No more candy, big guy. Let’s stay on target, here.” Hunter planted his fists on his hips. “By the power vested in me by the city of San Francisco, I hereby demand you cease and desist from occupying this bridge and tossing cars and such about at your whim. Be advised San Francisco does not have squatters’ rights laws in favor of the squatter.” Hunter’s grin showed all his teeth, which had elongated in preparation of the fight he suspected was headed his way. “And I can guarantee you won’t be in possession of said bridge long enough to qualify for California Code of Civil Procedure #321.” The troll got tired of waiting for another treat. Roaring with a loudness fit to wake the dead, the being rushed Hunter. Grappling with him, grasping him by his feet, the monstrosity hauled Hunter upside down and shook him. The candies fell out of his breast pocket, showering the ground about him. With a rumbling -- happy? -- chirp, the troll tossed Hunter over its shoulder, dropping him on his head as it fell to its knees and scrambled after the fallen candies. Stuffing them one after another into its mouth, the troll chomped down on them through the plastic wrappers, chewing contentedly. That damned just-beyond-human-hearing keening once more screeching inside his head, Hunter rolled over and sprang to his feet in one sinuous movement A black tide of anger rose within him. Pissed and hurting, his temper short-circuited by the casual ease with which the troll dismissed him, he gave way to the urge to take on his fighting form and whip the shit out of the disrespectful interloper. Bending over, he undid his boots, toed out of them, and stuffed his socks inside. He set them carefully out of the way. Those boots were prime leather. It’d taken him years to break them in, and he didn’t want anything happening to them. He straightened up and glared over to where the troll was shuffling back to its original location, jaws still masticating the thick wad of candies shoved in its mouth. “That little stunt just pissed me off royally, dude. You want to dump me on my ass, you fucking better issue a challenge. You don’t go tossing me over your damned shoulder like yesterday’s trash.”


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His fingers flew down the placket of his shirt, undoing buttons with a haste that rivaled a junkie’s desperate preparation for a fix. Throwing his shirt to the side, Hunter flexed his muscles, letting the change flow over him, welcoming it. He reached down and released the button at the top of his jeans, pulled down the zipper, making space for the added bulk of his ongoing change, preserving modesty and mitigating some of the discomfort. His eyes had flashed into golden heat as the change began, and now his arms and legs grew in bulk, and his nails and toes sprouted the thick, dense claws that could rip gouges in reinforced steel. His hearing increased as the tips of his ears elongated and stood upright. Fur flowed over him, giving added protection to the massive musculature of the supreme fighting machine that threw back its head and howled his challenge to the sky. Stepping up, going toe-to-toe with the troll, his voice now sounding as gruff as it scraped past a wulven throat, Hunter snarled, “Consider this your damned eviction notice, troll. Get the hell off the bridge!” Drawing back a loosely curled fist, Hunter threw a roundhouse punch at the beast’s jaw, quickly following up with a right uppercut to the belly that lifted the troll off its feet and flung it back over ten feet. The troll sprang to its feet and shook itself, voicing a roar of its own that could have shattered human eardrums at twenty feet. The high-pitched shriek stabbed through Hunter’s head like a sharpened ice pick slicing through frozen liquid. It hurt, but not as much as the great, ham-fisted blows the beast landed on his chest and upraised forearms. He staggered back, rocked by the sheer power of the rapid attack. Digging his feet in, he fought back, raining blows on every part of the compact body in front of him, trying to land a telling blow. The damned thing was so fast, so agile. Hunter missed as often as he connected. He plowed into the troll, breath coming hard as he pushed himself to confront the monster one more time ... and then once more. He’d faced strong creatures before -- creatures that gave him a run for his money -- but this one was different. This one seemed impervious to his punishing blows. The creature was screaming continuously now, and Hunter yelled back, mingling his howls and bellows with the troll’s, letting his cries rise on the air, forced from him as he battled ferociously. Sweat and blood flew from both as Hunter suffered telling hits -- fought back -- landed his own hits. They grappled with each other, gouging flesh and skin, ripping hair and fur, striking desperately in an attempt to bring the fight to an end.

Mother Moon, will this bastard ever tire? Hunter flung himself backward, out of the fray, fighting to catch his breath. The troll seemed content to disengage, and, shuffling back to its precise original location and settled to its haunches, its chirping was now a low rumble, choppy and disjointed.

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Hunter sucked air into starved lungs, eyeing the troll. His eyes widened in surprise when the thing thumped the bridge between its big wide feet with a fisted hand. Head angled up to Hunter, it spoke. “G’way! Mine! Mine!” The fist thumped again, raising a puff of black dust as a piece of the macadam broke, pulverized under the pounding blow of the gigantic fist.


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Chapter Six Chase stared out the window, jaw gaped open in dismay. The damn place looked like something out of a Leave it to Beaver episode. Yuck! It was a duplex, for cripes sake -- a tidy little house -- set in a tidy little neighborhood. Double yuck! Taylor came around and opened the car door, blocking the disturbing view. He stood back to allow his master room to exit the limousine, face carefully bland. Chase didn’t step out right away. “Are you sure this is the right location?” Even as he asked the question, Chase knew this had to be Hunter’s den. His people didn’t make errors like delivering him to wrong addresses. “Yes, Alpha, this is where the Western-American Pack Prime-in-waiting maintains his quarters.” Chase stepped out of the car and stood beside it, smoothing the travel wrinkles from his charcoal gray Armani leisure suit with a rare gesture of nervousness neither of his men had seen before. Shaking his head, Chase slowly spun on his heel, taking in the quiet peace of the street. Children played on the corners and in each other’s yards. The grown ups leaned over their fences and traded gossip with the neighbors while keeping a watchful eye on their offspring. “What the hell is Hunter thinking of, setting up a den in the middle of fucking suburbia?” For a moment, Chase glanced back at the still-open car door, tempted to change his mind, get in, and return to the airport. He’d actually started moving before he remembered he didn’t have that option. If he’d had any choices, he wouldn’t be here in the first place. “Bernard, go around and find out how many vehicles are in the garage. Get me some kind of idea of the number of people inside.”

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The driver, another of his men, slipped out of the car and went to reconnoiter. He was back in a few minutes. “Sir, there is a specially designed Lexus limousine and a 1992 Honda Civic. I can smell a bike -- a Harley. It’s missing.” “Good work. I’d already ascertained Hunter was gone. He must be on the bike. That means he’s probably not far and won’t stay gone long. He’s expecting me to get in sometime today. He’ll also expect me to follow pack law and issue a formal challenge. If I were him, I’d stay close to home, within hollering range, probably.” Chase grimaced. He wasn’t Hunter. He couldn’t afford to be as noble as his cousin. Still, the acidic burn of shame scored his conscience. His actions, though necessary, were dishonorable. “Okay, this is how we work this. Bernard, you stay with the car ... this isn’t going to take long because we’ll have to move fast. Taylor --” He tilted his head toward the edge of the house facing away from the street. “-- you go around to the back. Make sure no one escapes through that entrance. Kerry, you’re with me. You’ll be my obligatory witness.” Flanked by his two bodyguards -- one of whom split away, heading through the manicured yard toward the back -- Chase strode up to the door. Pausing on the step, he lifted his head and sniffed the air, searching for a hint of Hunter’s scent. The area was redolent with the wulf’s odor, yet his nose informed him Hunter was indeed absent. Other scents wove in and out, in turns strong and subtle. The pup, Fortrayn’s mark was all over the place. The puppy’s recurring scent was everywhere, too pronounced for someone who’d moved out over a month ago. Damned kid must have pissed on every bush in the damned yard. In contrast, the two Breeds’ hormone-laden aromas wafted about him, distracting him from separating the different scents. One scent -- wildly feminine and sexually provocative - flooded his senses, made his pulse pound and thickened his cock. The other -- light and floral -- called to him, but not with the urgency of the heady aromatic flavor pumped out by the mature and erotically ripe older Breed. Hunter had primed her well, fucking her often, depositing plenty of sperm to activate her bioengineered genes. Ready for breeding, the woman was producing “fuck-me” pheromones strong enough to drop a rhino. Chase swallowed. He damn sure was no rhino. No wonder Hunter had squirreled the bitch away in the netherworld of suburbia. Leaving her in the midst of the unmated wulves in the city would be an invitation to frenzied mating challenges. He didn’t know whether to howl or whimper. On the one hand, his cousin’s absence served his purpose well. He could go in, claim the Breed, Melody, and leave with her, without having to worry about Alpha-posturing on either side. In the negative, it didn’t sit right going into a relative’s den and making off with his woman, if not his mate, without proper challenge.


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Chase’s lips tilted in a self-admonishing moue as he mentally reviewed his last thoughts. He knew damned good and well Melody was unclaimed. He’d known before her pheromones burned the hairs of his nostrils with gut-churning lust. Having grown up with Hunter, he had a fair handle on how his cousin thought and had accurately predicted how Hunter would react in this situation. Any wulf with a brain and the smallest acquaintance with Hunter knew the San Franciscan Alpha would never tolerate a male calling him and issuing an ultimatum about his bitch. Chase heaved a deep breath. He couldn’t fault Hunter for not mounting Melody simply to alleviate a threat, but he still wished to hell he had. The Alpha’s stubbornness was going to cost them both in the long run. Chase knew he was going to need Hunter’s help when the time came, and the course he took today could well make that help an impossibility. “Rann has left me with no choices ... I have to see this through,” he muttered, not sure if he sought to convince himself or absolve himself of his actions. No way to dress it up in fancy sheepskin ... what he was about to do was wrong as hell. When it was all over, when he’d either triumphed or failed, he’d gladly present his sorry hide to Hunter for him to finish off. Until then, he had to live -- and he had to mate a Breed. Squaring his shoulders, Chase nodded at Kerry to rap on the door. “Let’s get this the hell over with.”

***** Fortrayn ran a clawed hand down Rosa’s far flank, his furred forearm brushing the tips of her breasts. “Ohh, Fort, mi amor ... your hand feels wonderful!” Fort didn’t speak in response. He let his hands and body show her how much he loved her. His mouth brushed the mating mark in the bend of her neck. The memories of the night he’d given it to her hardened his cock and softened his heart. She was so precious to him; this human mate fate had dropped in his lap. Her lively mind and artist’s perceptions gave his intellect a daily challenge. Her volatile humor and quick Hispanic temper kept him on his toes. Feisty and hot as jalapeño peppers, Rosa was just what he needed. She kept his libido jumping. He only had to glance into her dark brown eyes, or stroke that sun-kissed skin and silky cinnamon-warm hair to raise a cockstand hard enough to cut diamonds. She hadn’t been his first interspecies fling, but she sure as hell was his last. Fortrayn let his body melt down to skin form and pressed his future mate tight to his side. Mouth covering her lips in a gentle, sharing kiss, he spoke to her in mind-speak.

Beloved, now I know how Hunter felt when he found Melody. You are the other half of my soul ... Oh, mi corazón, I love you, too, more than I can tell ...

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He licked the tears from her cheeks as he lifted her left leg over his thigh and slid slowly and smoothly into her tight, hot sheath. He shuddered when the walls of her pussy contracted around his shaft to grip him in snug heat.

Then show me, sweetness. Show me how much you love me. Eyes locked with hers, Fortrayn pumped in and out of her welcoming pussy, his cock piercing her over and over. “Oh! Faster, mi hombre! Give it to me hard and deep!” “No.” Fortrayn shook his head, kept his strokes metered and slow. “Just like this ... leisurely and deep and so slow I can feel the walls of your pussy clenching me, fluttering all up and down my cock.” He smiled when she bucked under him, trying to force him to her speed. Blowing on the mating mark on her neck, he laughed and gave in when she convulsed and cursed at him, demanding he let her ride him. With a deft twist of his torso, he flipped them over, never losing their intimate connection. Settling on his back, he watched her rise above him, tuck her legs back alongside his and place her small hands on his chest to stabilize her position. A wash of her fragrant juices bathed his buried cock, burning the mushroom-shaped head as she sat back, the full, plump globes of her ass resting against his balls. He brought his knees up to give her a backrest and waited to see what she would do. Her eyes appeared glazed, her movements sluggish as she swayed where she sat, barely moving on him. “Look, honey.” She ran a finger around the barrel of his shaft where it split her pussy lips wide. “Look how big you are in me.” Fort looked and had to stop and calm himself as he gazed at the blissful sight of her tiny pussy expanded to the limit by his thick sex. “Oh, babe, your cunt looks so perfect stretched around my cock.” She nodded. “It’s almost too big to fit,” she whispered, shifting on him, lifting up a bit to reveal his shaft, slick and gleaming with her juices. She leaned over and, in that same breathy voice, told him, “I love the times when you lose control and fuck me so hard it hurts. The next day, all day long, whenever I walk or move or sit, I can feel you as if you were still inside me, still fucking me.” Fortrayn groaned, feeling his balls tighten and draw up. His cock grew even harder and longer, a sign his knot would soon be forming. “Oh hell, sweetness, you’re about to get one of those experiences right now!” Gripping her hips and holding her down, holding her so tightly all she could do was accept his cock, Fort slammed into her. Hips churning, he brought her down to meet his savage thrusts as he pounded into her tight heat over and over. Her breasts bounced with each forceful impact, nipples flushed a dark blood-filled brown. He reached up and took one in his mouth, teeth nipping and tugging, adding a bright, stinging pain to the pleasure with which he was determined to flood her.


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“Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me!” she panted, the words coming choppy and disjointed. “Oh ... oh yes ... oh yes, Fort ... ohyesohyesoh yes yes -- yes ...!” Flinging her head up and arching her neck, Rosa leaned back and grabbed Fort’s balls, mindlessly squeezing and plumping them in time with the galloping rhythm he set. Fire licked up his spine, sparked across his entire body and with a howl of lusty joy, he sat up and flipped over, coming down on top of her. The flames threatening to consume him, he threw her legs over his shoulders, opening her up so nothing stood in the way of his burying his cock as deeply as he could. She clenched him with arms and legs, her small nails digging in as she tried to stop his rhythmic retreat. Mouth open, helpless little cries pouring from her, she threw her hips up at him, begging for more.

Ah god, you’re in my throat, beating in my heart! Open wider, baby ... I can’t get enough of you ... can’t get deep enough! Their pubic hairs meshed, and the base of his penis pressed against her clit at each down stroke. He circled his hips, seeking that magic spot high in her vagina that would have her melting in his arms. Hips blurring, he fucked her hard, and then harder still, butting against her cervix with each deep thrust. “Oh, Mother Night, Rosa ... you’re so tight and sweet, hot as hell fire! Grip me, baby. Come for me and squeeze me to death!” With a scream of primal satisfaction, she jackknifed in his arms, body going taut as her orgasm slammed into her. He thrust in one last time as his orgasm ripped him apart. He slumped down into her cradling embrace, almost insensate as his knot formed and joined them together, making them one flesh. Content to lie cuddled close with his love after his knot relaxed, it took Fort a while to recognize the scents he’d dismissed while in the throes of their torrid lovemaking.

Wulves! Instantly alert, he pressed a finger to Rosa’s lips, warning her not to make a sound.

There are at least three wulves near. Be silent. Say nothing. Stay here and wait for me ... She shook her head frantically. If you think I am going to stay here while you go into possible danger, you are out of your mind! Fort narrowed his eyes and glared at her. You’ll do as I say, or I’ll tie you up. She stuck her tongue out at him. Tie me with what ...? This house is empty! Her eyes widened in fear. Oh my god, Fort! Melody and the children ... what if the wulves are after Melody and ...? Fortrayn ran toward the back door, situated away from easy viewing from the street, snatching up his clothes as he went. He floundered, trying to put his foot through his jeans leg while still running.

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His lips tightened as he saw Rosa was right behind him, frantically buttoning up her dress. She’d missed one and her dress hung lopsided. She looked cute as a button, and if the situation hadn’t been so potentially dangerous, Fort would have taken the time to tease her. As it was, he simply grabbed her hand and yanked her after him, silently ordering her to keep behind him and stay quiet! Easing the back door open, the two slipped out and flashed around to the back entrance of Hunter’s side of the duplex. Fear roiling in his gut, Fortrayn began broadcasting to Hunter on their den-band, praying he wasn’t too far out to pick up the distress call.

***** Hunter’s body ached, a solid, hurting testament to just how hard that fist could land on unprotected flesh. Under other circumstances, he could shift into fur and jumpstart his healing. He dared not, couldn’t take the chance that while he was in the more vulnerable form, the troll wouldn’t explode into new violence. Hunter watched for any sign of renewed aggression, but other than the impassioned cry of “Mine!” the troll did nothing else. Soon, it was again trilling the ultrasonic sound that pierced his eardrums with agony. Hunter’s mid-form enhanced hearing was proving to be a detriment. In an attempt to escape the painful sound, he backed further away, shaking his head, his brain rattling with the agitating noise. On the fringes of his attention, he picked up the murmurs of his team as they debated coming to his assistance. He held a closed fist up, the symbol to do nothing, to wait on further developments. Just as he lowered his hand, a focused mental cry of caution of needed assistance touched him. Fortrayn’s voice screamed in his head, giving warning -- Chase seeking to foul

his den! Hunter sucked in a breath, panic racing through him. He had to get home, had to stop Chase from claiming his bitch. He came out of his crouch, the troll forgotten in his urgency to get to his woman. Snatching up his boots and shirt, Hunter loped toward the tollbooths and his team. As he ran, his mid-form melted into skin and he dragged on his shirt onehanded, struggling with the flapping sleeve. “What’s the matter? Why are you leaving that troll on my bridge?” Morrison’s quarrelsome question bounced off him, not worthy of an answer as Hunter leaned against the side of a booth and pulled his socks and boots on. “Emergency came up at home,” he informed the team. “Do nothing. Watch and observe. I’ll be back.” The commissioner threw his hands up in the air. “I can’t fucking believe this! First, you tell me to clear the bridge, and then you waltz off as if you have all the time in the world.” Kevin stormed over to the door of the booth and pointed at the otherworldly squatter.


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“There’s a troll on the Golden Gate Bridge! What are we supposed to do while you go home to your own little emergency?” “Nothing.” Hunter stamped his foot down in his boot and straightened up. “The troll isn’t going anywhere. In case you weren’t paying attention, we fought to a draw. I wasn’t winning out there.” “What about security? Are you just going to leave that creature there? What if it wanders?” Hunter pinched the bridge of his nose and gave Morrison a fulminating glare. “Security is your providence, Commissioner. Simply keep the bridge closed if you’re so worried. As for the troll ... if left alone, it will stay put. As long as no one crosses the territorial boundary the creature has claimed, there should be no further violence.” “I forbid you to go.” Hunter looked at his former partner as if he was insane. “Are you drunk, Kevin?” “Do not even think about leaving here until you resolve this mess.”

Agony ... terror ... shame ... rising lust ... The emotions, tinged with a dark, self-hatred and anguished despair ripped though his mind, freezing him in his tracks.

Melody! Galvanized, Hunter started for his bike, only to have Morrison yank him back. “I said you’re not going anywhere!” Hunter pivoted and grabbed the commissioner by the shirt, lifting him off his feet. Peeling back his lips to reveal his fangs, he got in Kevin’s face. “My woman is in danger. This damned bridge can fall into the lake as far as I care. Don’t try to stop me getting to her. I’ll gut you, stuff your intestines down your throat and leave you here to bleed out.” Five minutes later, the Harley roared to life. Hunter peeled off the bridge, gunning the motor of the powerful touring machine. Disobeying every traffic law, he broke the speed limit heading for home. He chanted Melody’s name like a mantra, praying he wasn’t already too late to stop Chase from hurting her.

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Chapter Seven Melody was elbow deep in cookie dough when the knock came at the front door. Hands sticky with her kitchen sink recipe, which included folding walnuts, pecans, coconut, oatmeal, white chocolate chips, dark chocolate chips, butterscotch chips and chopped almonds into the base dough, she closed her eyes as she pondered the logistics of her choices. She could ask Andrea to answer the door, but something -- probably the fact that whoever it was at the door had ignored the doorbell -- caused her nerves to jangle. Banging on the wood when you could push a button smacked of arrogance or ignorance. She didn’t want Andrea confronting someone suffering from either one of those afflictions. She could go to the door, herself, but if she went, she ran the risk of losing half her cookie dough. Her son -- the little flirt -- had been trying to charm his way into that bowl since she’d put in the first cups of sugar to sweeten and cream the butter, and Andrea was an avowed cookie dough junkie. Reluctantly pulling her hands out of the dough, she raised her voice and shouted, “Just a minute! I’ll be right with you!” Scraping the last of the clinging dough off her hands, she stepped over to the sink and nudged the faucet on with her elbow. “You two keep your fingers out my dough while I go check who’s at the door.” Andrea stood with one arm slung over Blair, whose little legs kept him perched on her hip. She leaned against the work counter, idly scooping her finger into the stiff dough, gouging out a fat dollop and holding it to Blair’s mouth. “Yes, ma’am.” Watching them in the mirror mounted over the kitchen sink, Mel saw the raw treat disappear into his greedy little mouth and spun around. “Kids, stop that! I don’t want you eating too many sweets before dinner.” The two miscreants both giggled at her mock angry expression, their eyes bright with laughter.


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“I’ll get the door for you, Auntie. It’s probably just some salesperson,” Andrea said, boldly popping dough into her own mouth and chewing. “Or some more Jehovah’s Warhorses. If it is, I’ll get rid of them.” Melody sputtered, desperately fighting to hold back her laughter and losing. “Young lady, you are just too grown for your britches. What have you been told about your irreverent comments?” Andrea smiled, shrugging. Her gamin face lit up with innocent humor. “Well, it depends on who was doing the talking. You always say smart-mouth comments are unbecoming in a lady. Mom says I’ll never get a husband talking that way.” She frowned as she fed another fingertip of dough to Blair. “Who wants a husband, anyway?” Melody snorted. “You will, one of these days.” She turned the water off and shook her hands, looking about the room for her drying towel. Andrea picked up a crumpled towel from beside the mixing bowl and held it aloft. “Uncle Hunter says I’ll be one of the most powerful women in the world and can say or do whatever the hell I want as long as I’m suitably polite to any Alphas.” Melody choked. “Ah! Toss the towel, please. And while you’re at it, you can toss your Uncle Hunter’s advice right out the window.” The teenager smirked. In a gruff, Judge Dredd voice, she deadpanned, “I knew you’d say that!” Finished drying her hands, Melody straightened her dress and pushed her rioting curls off her forehead. “I’m going to go see who’s at the door. You two stay here and stay out of my cookie dough! You’ve had enough!” She made the short trek to the front door in record time, feeling slightly guilty for having kept whoever it was standing on the porch for so long. Her manners were better than that. Feeling the weight of her discourtesy, she plastered on a wide smile and flung the door open. “Good afternoon, how may I help you?” Before the words left her mouth, her instincts caught up with her eyes. The huge men standing on the step weren’t men. They were wulves. Fear cascaded through her, and she gripped the edge of the door, and threw herself against it, intent on swinging it shut. With a terrifyingly casual show of strength, the shorter wulf placed one hand palm down on the door panel and pushed against her efforts, smoothly forcing the door back into the hallway. The taller wulf raised his hand to push back a lock of golden hair. His hazel eyes, so much like Hunter’s they gave her a jolt, peered down into hers, the expression in them hard and determined. “Hello, Melody.” Heart pounding, Melody inclined her head, glancing peripherally to the side to keep the other wulf in her sights. She swallowed a lump of fear, trying to force the emotion down.

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Hunter had told her over and over how fear triggered aggression in wulves. “Chase. I would say I’m glad to see you, but Hunter told me about your phone call.” A fleeting expression of regret sobered the wulf’s face. A moment later the expression was gone, vanished as if it had never been. “Hunter was foolish not to heed my warning. He should have fucked you and bound you before I arrived. I told him what would happen if he didn’t.” Chase took a step forward. Melody retreated. Her body retreated. Verbally, she attacked. “You said exactly what you knew would cause him to react in the opposite way, probably on purpose. You grew up with Hunter. You, above all, know that Hunter allows no one to dictate to him in his own city, in his own den.” The living room had never seemed so small. The wulf dominated the space. Melody looked at him -- really looked. He was so uncannily like Hunter it hurt. Tall, raw-boned, powerfully built, the cousins’ forms were evenly matched. Chase had thick, blond hair and beautifully shaped eyebrows of a darker brown. His eyes were hazel, but not quite like Hunter’s swirling browns and muddy greens. No, Chase’s eyes were a clear green with sparks of warm saffron sprinkled throughout. Fisted at his side, Chase’s large, well-manicured hands opened and closed as he stood still, allowing her to see him, to judge him. The Armani suit hid not an iota of his muscular body, and the bulge that tented his pants looked as impressive as Hunter’s package. “I issued a warning. He chose to ignore it. What am I supposed to think when you meet me at the door still giving off cock-rising pheromones that scream ‘fuck me’?” Melody blanched when that observation sank in. This wulf intended to rape her, to take her right here in Hunter’s house, in her home. Melody took another step back. “Hunter will be home soon. Why don’t you wait and take this up with him?” Chase sighed. He gave a tilt of the head, signaling his cohort into action. The wulf slipped around behind Melody, herding her between him and the other wulf. “I’m not a violent wulf, Melody. After today, I swear never to take you against your will. I will grant you anything within my power, and I am a very powerful man.” She curled her lip in disdain. He acknowledged her scornful look. “Of course, that is no incentive, since Hunter holds the self-same status and riches as me. Still, I want you to know I will not treat you cruelly. For Hunter’s sake, I will honor you.” His sincerity didn’t mean a thing to Melody. She shook from fear, mouth dry and belly muscles clenching in dread. Ice trickled through her veins, chilling her flesh as the intruder took step after slow, implacable step toward her. “I don’t know you, and you have no reason to grant any request of mine, but please don’t do this to Hunter, Chase. He’s your cousin.” She was ashamed to hear how much her voice shook. “I love him.”


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Chase’s eyes turned murky green. “I’m sorry to hear that. I deeply regret this situation, but you cannot have him. There is no way in hell I will share you once you become my mate. Resign yourself to being my honored bitch. If it will help, I’ll breed you as soon as you come into heat. Perhaps a pup will help you settle into your new life more quickly.” Melody slapped her hands over her ears. “Shut up! Just shut up. I won’t let you use me! You can’t just come in my house and rape me and tell me you are honoring me with your attentions!” Angry tears fell as her back bumped against the wall. With nowhere to go, she realized her inattention had trapped her between the two males intent on subduing her. Hysteria threatened to overwhelm her. She sank down the wall. True sadness showed in Chase’s eyes while he bent down and lifted her up. His hands cupped her cheeks, gently bracketing her face as his thumbs wiped her tears away. “Hush. You’re frightened, and I don’t mean for you to be. You are such a strong, brave bitch. I see why Hunter treasures you. I swear I will treasure you, also. Hush, Melody,” he soothed when she would have protested his words. “Hush and let me taste you ...” His lips fell softly on hers, just moving on the surface, his tongue swiping the full bottom lip before moving to the top one. “Your smell is a heady mix of female and smoldering lust. You smell of life, of hope!” One hand grasped the back of her head, tilted her to give him access to her neck, the line of her jaw. He trailed kisses along her padded collarbone, pressed his nose to her and sniffed at her, the wulf hidden beneath his skin determined to catch her scent. His tongue batted inquisitively across the claiming mark Hunter had etched into her skin with his sperm. “I’ll have to replace this brand. You stink of Hunter, and I’ll have no other wulf’s scent on my mate.” Melody moaned, her heart breaking as she listened to him threaten to strip away every sign that Hunter had ever loved her. “You will take everything away from me.” “I’ll give you so much in return. I can make you burn as hot as Hunter did.” To her horror, she felt a heated stirring under Chase’s skilled handling. Trembling, she balled her hands into fists, refusing to touch the wulf whose lips had returned to play at her mouth, teasing and coaxing her own lips to part for him. His tongue swept in, devouring her, melting her, turning her into something she’d sworn never to be again ... helpless. Powerless. “By the moon, you are so abundant!” he cried, filling his hands with her bounty, scraping his thumbs over her rising crests. “Your nipples are so thick and long, your breasts full and heavy. Gods, I will never understand how Hunter could risk losing you! I won’t.” He became more aggressive, sliding his hands down her back to grip her big hips, pressing her into his hard erection. Swiveling his hips, he let her feel the heft and weight of his long cock, dug the blunt, meaty head into the soft mound of her belly.

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Melody groaned, trying to push back, to keep distance between them. Fight as she might, she couldn’t stop her body from responding. His heated words and busy hands stroked her desires, primed her flesh. Tears fell in a steady torrent -- above and below. His lips ghosted over her face, licking the salty moisture from her. “Your tears rip at my heart, yet I dare not falter. Forgive me, sweet bitch ... I do this because I must. I will spend the rest of my life atoning ...”

Sweet bitch! Hearing Hunter’s adored name for her on the lips of another devastated her. Sweet Jesus, she had spent the last three months questioning Hunter about her genetic makeup. From the first, they both had wondered if what they felt for each other was merely the result of the genetic programming, or the true growth of love between them. Now, she knew what she felt for Hunter was love, pure and unadulterated. She loved Hunter. Her body, designed for a wulf -- any wulf -- flooded with moisture under Chase’s skilled touch. Her nipples beaded, begging for a touch ... any touch, yet her heart wept for its impending loss. She belonged to Hunter, but the hands now trespassing on her betraying flesh were not his. Her tears fell for the death of her hopes, the abandonment of her dreams, even as her vagina swam with moisture.

Agony ... terror ... sluiced through her as she acknowledged Chase could not be held from his purpose. More than that, she writhed in shame at the rising lust Chase pulled from her. Helpless to resist his more than human strength, she leaned on him as he drew one leg up and draped it on his hip, opening her to a more intimate stage of foreplay. Fitting her hips to his, Chase ground against the pad of her mound, the head of his cock mashing the springy hair at her groin, hitting her clit over and over. Flames licked the cauldron of her belly, spilling over to race up to her breasts and down her thighs, tightening all the muscles in between. She humped her hips against the talented werewulf even as self-hatred and anguished despair tore at her. He made her wet, made her burn when she only wanted to flame for Hunter. To drag her body’s attention from the helpless reactions its tormentor dragged from it, she beat her head against the wall. She drove her skull against the ungiving particleboard, glad for the burst of pain that flared at every impact, wanting to die, to lose, at least her consciousness of her body that had become an abomination to her. She didn’t want to love what he was doing to her, couldn’t bear knowing she would spread her legs and take this stranger in ways she had hesitated to take the love of her life. Pressed against the wall by Chase’s heavy weight, his cock digging into the soft flesh of her belly, her arguments for making Hunter wait seemed so petty and childish.

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Chase’s hands slid between the wall and her head, cushioning the impact. “No, my precious one, I won’t allow you to harm yourself. We need you too much.” She hadn’t been aware of speaking aloud. His response, though, gave her anger a target other than herself. Even as her folds dripped with liquid desire, she snapped at him, her words tinged with bitterness. “You may be able to control my body, but you will never control my mind. You will never replace Hunter in my affections. In my heart, I’ll hate you until the sun burns cold!” Lips twisting in a wry moue, Chase nipped the side of her neck. He sent a thick duet of fingers under the hem of her dress, slid them between her swollen folds and pushed up into her tight channel, forcing her open around his determined intrusion. “Come when you say that,” he ordered, his voice gruff with anger. She screamed, writhing in his embrace, shaking in the grip of a fierce, punishing orgasm. Fire scoring her skin and flaming behind her eyelids, she convulsed with shamed pleasure. “Oh gods, Hunter ... oh ... please forgive me!” Chase pumped in and out of her clasping pussy, forcing her higher, not allowing her to come down. His voice as hard as his fingers inside her, he growled, “You have nothing to ask forgiveness for, Melody. Hunter should have done exactly what I’m doing, now. He knew the risks of not taking you.” Voice clogged with tears and her escalating climax, Melody defended Hunter’s actions. “He allowed me time to grow to love him.” “How noble of him,” Chase sneered. “These aren’t Hunter’s fingers in your cunt, they’re mine! Hunter has lost you, thanks to his noble actions. You can believe I won’t make the same mistake.” Turning his head, Chase met the stoic eyes of the other wulf silently observing everything taking place. He ordered, “Kerry, somewhere there’s another Breed and a small human child. Secure them. Keep them away. I don’t want them accidentally walking in on this ...”

Oh my god ... Blair and Andrea ... in the kitchen! “Tell your wulf not to hurt them,” she pleaded, eyes gone wide, orgasm derailed by terror. “I’ll do whatever you say if you promise not to hurt the children!” Chase’s lips tightened, and his eyes went cold. “This is not the way I would have chosen to be introduced to you, Melody, but you insult me when you suggest I would ever harm a pup. Hush, now, hush ... they will come to no harm, I promise you ...” He slid his fingers from her dripping folds and ran them over her bottom lip, tried to slip them in her mouth, demanding she sample her juices from the tips of his fingers. She turned her head, refusing his fingers, refusing him Frowning, he tightened his hold on her, bent his head and licked across her bottom lip, taking her taste back before sinking his tongue into her mouth.

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***** Do not speak! Communicate only in mind-speak, Fortrayn cautioned Rosa. This guy can hear a pin drop. They skulked at the edge of the yard, carefully keeping downwind from the large wulf in skin form who stood at the back door, arms bulging with muscles crossed over his barrel chest. Rosa’s jaw dropped. Por Dios, Corazón, how are we going to get past him? These wulves just kept getting buffer and buffer. The damned male had to be six-nine or maybe even seven feet tall. Well proportioned, he probably massed an impressive three hundred plus pounds, and not an ounce of it looked to be excess fat. Ripped -- that’s what woman would call the total package. And handsome as all get out. Dark black skin gleamed with health. His face had a hawkish cast, his nose long and aquiline, widening only at the nostrils. He might have had some eastern blood mixed with the African, for the texture of his long hair looked silky-smooth -- the confined curls soft and sleek, not nappy. To top it off, the man had the most impressive set of abs she’d ever seen. There was no way Fortrayn could take this wulf.

We’ll have to come up with a plan. Whatever it is, we need to be quick. Chase won’t waste any time mounting Aunt Melody, and that’s what we have to stop at all costs. Well, to get inside, we must first get beyond that guard. What do you suggest? Fortrayn met her eyes, his own stark in his lack of faith in his own abilities. He knew his chances against the massive werewulf were nil. I can only think of one thing ... After waiting what seemed eons for him to elaborate, Rosa grew impatient. Do you

plan to share your idea with me anytime soon? She frowned when a huge sigh lifted Fort’s chest. He seemed reluctant to tell her his idea.

If this guy is trained well, he’ll only do what he’s been ordered, nothing more. I’m betting Chase sent him around to make sure no one escapes. If I go up against him alone -regardless of orders -- he’d keep me out, simply because no wulf would allow an enemy to witness a dishonorable act committed by their Alpha, not even if that enemy is family. However, if we throw a curve at him, he’ll most likely revert to habitual behavior. Okay. Rosa nodded, sidling closer to her mate. What are we going to use? Fortrayn grimaced, knowing he was going to be in the doghouse before the night advanced much more. You! He reached over, grabbed her by the waist and hefted her above his head. Remember,

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Chapter Eight The white lines on the road blurred under the spinning wheels of Hunter’s motorcycle. Hunched low behind the windshield, he sped through the city, pushing the vehicle for all it was worth. Anger, rage, hatred and a growing bleak and black despair played over his exposed nerves, driving him harder than any electric prod. They were Melody’s emotions and the intensity of them tore at his heart and shredded his concentration. The bike swayed as he closed his eyes, trying to focus in on her, to break through her pain, to communicate with her.

Hold on, my Melody, I’m coming. No matter what happens, I love you, sweet bitch. A horn blared, jerking Hunter’s attention back to the road. He yanked his bike back into his own lane and sped up, roaring down the highway. For the emotional pain he’d made her feel, Chase would die a thousand deaths ...

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He paused. “What happened to, ‘I’ll do anything you want if you don’t hurt the children’?” Her lips turned up at the edges. Her eyes remained closed. “You convinced me you wouldn’t harm them.” She shook her head in admonishment. “You can’t have it both ways, Chase. Either you are trustworthy, or you aren’t. Either you’re a one-time rapist, and this is tearing you up, or you do this sort of thing often and my fear and pain mean absolutely nothing to you.” “I won’t play the children card even to make you compliant. I meant what I said. The children are safe.” “Thank you for that, but I still won’t strip for you. I won’t be your willing sacrifice. I was a sheep once. I’ll never play that role again. It doesn’t matter that you make my nipples pout or my pussy drip for you. I won’t willingly open my legs. I’ll give you nothing. You’ll have to take everything, every step of the way.” She stopped, took a trembling breath, and cleared her throat of the huskiness of tears. Pushing herself up the wall, she stood proudly on her own two feet. “When you’ve ripped my clothes off me, wrestled me down to the ground, you’ll still have to force my thighs open to rape me. And when my voice is crying, please, please, I’ll hate you with every fiber of my being.” Melody opened her eyes then, let him see the truth of her words, the strength of her will. Chase nodded, folding the last of his clothes and turned to face her. “So be it. In truth, I expected nothing less from you. You’re a courageous woman, Melody McCallum, a worthy Pack Bitch. You’ll make a magnificent Pack Prima when the time comes.” Melody didn’t flinch from his bold exposure, having spent the last months with another male who gloried in romping naked with her. Chase obviously felt no shame at his nakedness. Why should he when he wore it so well? Broad-shouldered, tall and lean with a trim waist ending in long, muscular thighs and legs -- the man was beautiful. His penis -- looking as long and thick as Hunter’s -- jutted out tall and full, the wrinkled hood pulled back, partially exposing the swollen, broad, weeping glans. In every line and masculine curve, she saw evidences of this man’s close relationship to her beloved. Chase could pass as Hunter’s twin; the only deviation his lighter coloring. Her mouth dried up. She had to gather spit before she could speak around a sob. “You are so much like Hunter, you tempt me.” His head came up, hands stilled on his clothing as his eyes locked with hers. “How so ...?” “The temptation is strong to pretend you are Hunter, to yield without a fight and later convince myself I thought you were he.” She shook her head, refuting the poisoned vision. “I


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know better, though. Hunter expects better from me.” She cocked her head, turned her face toward the window and stilled. Calm eased into her heart as she caught a wisp of Hunter’s frantic thoughts. She smiled at Chase. “He’s coming, you know.” Mel gave the naked werewulf a considering glance. “Of course you do. That’s why this supposed seduction is moving so fast.” Her smile fell away. Voice shaking, she warned, “I’m going to spit on what’s left of your corpse when Hunter finishes taking you apart.” Chase didn’t answer in words. Taking the front of her dress in both hands, he ripped downward. A judicious use of claws shredded her bra and decimated her panties. “I’m hoping Hunter will resign himself to the inevitable. If he doesn’t, you’ll feel every claw and fang mark I take. Every wound will wound you, also, for we’ll be joined and bonded as one.” She bared her blunt teeth in a parody of Hunter’s snarl. “It’ll be worth the pain and Hunter won’t let it last too long.” His teeth latched on to her breast, his mouth suckled on a straining nipple, depressed the bud between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, bathing her in sweltering heat. She shuddered as her pussy overflowed and drenched her thighs. Explosive sensations curled through her. Cradling his head, she forced his mouth to her, pushed her flesh against his mouth in a wordless plea for more. Tears clogged her voice as she outlined what she planned to do once Hunter freed her from his possession. “In front of your dead body, I’ll kneel on the floor, take Hunter in my mouth and suck his cock in gratitude for freeing me from you. After I’ve drained his seed, I’ll present my body to him, lift my ass in the air like a good bitch and beg him to fuck me. We’ll use your body as a cushion.” Chase lifted his mouth off her, lips tight with displeasure at her words. “I’ll deserve everything you and he does, but you’ll still name your firstborn Chase, after his father.” “Perhaps ... yet any child of mine will call Hunter Daddy.” Chase bowed his head against her breast, his breath hot and moist on her nipple. “I can’t think of a better wulf in the world to have raising my pup.” “Oh god, Chase, will you listen to yourself? If we both love the mutt so much, why must you insist on making this happen?” Haunted green eyes turned up to stare into hers. “Unavoidable imperative -- I have to save the world. I must be mated in order to do that.” Before she could process the implications of his statements, he drew back from her and lowered his bulk at her feet. The bottom dropped out of her stomach when he began the change ...

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Chapter Nine Andrea could hear the agitated murmur of voices coming from the living room. Though she couldn’t make out the words, she knew Aunt Melody was upset -- possibly frightened. She recognized the note in her new relative’s voice. Before Tio Pablo had moved in to protect her and Daddy, her own voice used to hold the same cautious wariness when she conversed with the scary boyfriends Daddy brought home. Her heart thumped in her chest. She knew she should help Auntie Mel but she didn’t know what to do. Maybe she and Blair could run next door to get Papa Fort. Why weren’t he and Mom back, yet? They’d been an awful long time over at the new house. Just how long did it take to get their rocks off? A shadow crossed the kitchen window and Andrea drew back when a big black man walked over to stand on the back door porch. Her nose crinkled. He smelled like every other male around here. He was a wulf, like Papa Fort and Uncle Hunter, but he didn’t look friendly. Scooting around to the counters that lined the wall under the kitchen window, Andrea stretched her arm out and quietly twitched the curtains closed, so the wulf outside couldn’t see into the room. Then she sank to the floor, settled baby Blair on her lap and stared into his eyes. Using mind-speak and a little big cousin magic, she hushed him and told him to keep quiet.

Aunt Mel is in trouble and we have to save her. Stay here. There’s two wulves in the front room with your momma. One is probably going to come in here to check on us. When he comes in, throw the cookie dough at him. Can you do that? Blair’s solemn brown eyes fixed on her face for an eternal moment. With a happy nod, he let his cousin pick him up and set him on the counter next to the mixing bowl full of fun. A dimple danced in his cheek as he plunged his hands into the gooey, sticky mess.


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***** Propelled by Fortrayn’s mighty heave, Rosa flew through the air, mouth opened on a startled scream. With a bone-jarring thud, she landed against the solid chest muscles of the behemoth guarding the back entrance. With a shocked cry, the wulf, thrown back by the impact, instantly recovered his balance. Snarling in defiance, clawed hands gripped Rosa’s body at shoulder and hip, prepared to peel her off when he obviously realized he held a woman -- a noncombatant -in his arms. His grip immediately softened. Recalling Fortrayn’s spur-of-the-moment plans, she wrapped her arms and legs around the wulf and clung like a limpet, resisting his frenzied efforts to shake her off. Rosa continued screaming and squirming, making damn sure the wulf didn’t get a solid grip on her. It was incredibly difficult hanging on to a wulf trained at hand-to-hand combat, but Rosa managed it for the few minutes necessary for her mate to rush into the kitchen past the wulf keeping watch at the back door. “Run, Blair, run!” Rosa stiffened at the sound of her child’s voice shouting through the open door. All of a sudden, it was Rosa fighting to win free from the big male as she kicked, scratched and snarled into the disbelieving face of her wulf captor, who was just as eager to get away from her. They finally untangled themselves and raced for the back door, both of them tumbling into the kitchen where they began slipping and sliding through slimy patches of some gray substance. Rosa yelped, yanked on the wulf’s shirt to keep him tethered to her, using him to maintain her precarious footing. Lungs laboring, chest heaving and pulse hammering, Rosa stood frozen, unable to believe the level of chaos ruling in Melody’s usually sedate kitchen. A heavy, cast iron skillet gripped in a white-knuckled grasp, Andrea stood over a prone werewulf. From the angle of the skillet, she looked like she was prepared to knock him out again at the slightest hint of movement. Perched on the center island, Blair flung globs of -- oh, that’s what the slippery stuff decorating the floor was -- cookie dough at everything moving ... including the curtains shifting in the breeze from the open door. Fortrayn, standing in the middle of the doorway leading to the living room, had just removed his last item of clothing. Shifting faster than she’d ever seen him do, he changed to fur form and flashed into the hallway. Behind her, the last werewulf made an inarticulate sound deep in his throat and started toward the door. Figuring he was planning on following after her mate, Rosa ran to the door

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ahead of him. Holding onto cupboards and counters on the way, she managed to make it to the entryway without once falling on her butt. The wulf behind her didn’t fare as well as she had. Gaining the doorway, Rosa turned and confronted the tall black wulf. Beside her, standing shoulder to shoulder with her, Andrea shifted her grip on the skillet and narrowed her eyes on the stranger who had chased her mother into the kitchen. “Stop right there,” Rosa demanded, holding up a palm. “We both know you aren’t going to hit us, and you damn sure better not hurt us. We, however, don’t have those same orders. If you try to go through us, we’ll try our best to hurt you.” “Your companion has gone to threaten my Alpha.” The man’s voice was incredibly dark and sensuous, and Rosa couldn’t for the life of her figure out why she found herself thinking about such things. Must be the adrenaline rush, she mused. Shaking off her distracting thoughts, ignoring the clutch of fear for her mate, she sighed. “We also both know Fortrayn is no match for your Alpha. So let’s just all make nice and wait and see how things play out.” The wulf growled his displeasure in no uncertain terms ... using quite a bit of foul language. Disgusted, Rosa cocked an eyebrow at him and leveled her most severe motherly gaze on him. “Hey, there are women and children present. How about you watch your language, buddy? Or I’ll have my daughter knock you out with the frying pan.” Muttering under his breath, eyes bled down to “human normal,” the guard kept his eye on the girl hefting the makeshift weapon while he dragged his cohort over and propped him against the wall. “Taken down by a pipsqueak teenager and a brat in diapers ... this is low even for you, Kerry.”

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hands, one foot kept aimed at him at all times. It didn’t look dignified, but it served the purpose. Chase lunged again, snapping his jaws inches before her face. She jerked back and flung up her right arm, trying to protect her face. Pain exploded at the back of her skull as her head bounced off the wall. Stars swam before her eyes and she closed them to fight the nausea swirling in her gut. Sharp fangs grabbed her forearm and bore down just enough to make her aware of the potential damage if she didn’t submit. Mel’s eyes snapped open and she froze, staring into the white-hot glow of Chase’s eyes. A growl trickled out from between his clenched jaws. She swallowed, weighing the possible outcomes of her future actions. Down by her side, hidden by her ample hip, she fisted her left hand. “If thy right hand offends thee ...” she muttered, slamming her fist into Chase’s jaw. The blow, delivered with every ounce of her strength, knocked his head to the side, forcing his fangs to drag across her arm. A second later, she screamed -- sharp agony running like acid along her forearm. Cradling her bleeding arm with her left hand, Melody panted. Sick to her stomach, she tried to catch her breath. With a pained whimper, Chase backed away, horror in his eyes as he stared at her deeply lacerated arm. A louder, longer whine came from Chase’s muzzle and Melody nodded, full lips flattened into a thin line of pain. “I know you didn’t plan this,” she said, lifting her arm toward him. She wouldn’t cry ... she wouldn’t, but god, it hurt! Chase slowly rose to his four feet and lowered his head until he was staring up at her through glowing eyes, his body language telling her another attack was imminent. Melody watched his expressions of sorrow and regret fade, watched renewed determination grow. He may not have meant to hurt her, but he’d use her weakened state to his advantage. He intended to bring this battle to a close. Chase gathered his muscles, lowered his haunches and prepared to spring at her, when, suddenly another wulf skidded to a halt in front of Melody and braced its legs, snarling a warning at the attacking wulf. For a moment, Melody thought it was Hunter. She straightened with a glad cry. A second later, hope collided with despair. This wulf couldn’t be Hunter. It was too small, too gangly. Chase towered over the young wulf, his mature body massing more than twice that of her youthful defender. Fortrayn! She was frightened for him. Chase would wipe the floor with the younger wulf. Heart pounding hard, pulse beating so loud she heard nothing over its thunder; Melody pushed her body up the wall, forcing her weak knees to support her weight. “Fortrayn, get back!” She didn’t want him injured on her behalf.

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Fortrayn didn’t back off. Hunkered low to the ground, he waited for the other wulf to attack. Tail down and ears back -- a posture of submission -- even an outsider could see he was out of his league. “Damn you, Fort!” Melody shouted “Why must you be as stubborn as both your hardheaded cousins?” She turned an angry glare to the golden-furred werewulf. She had nothing to throw at him but her fury. “Fortrayn is your cousin, your family. Don’t you dare hurt him, you damned cur!” A menacing growl answered her. Her shoulders slumped at the sign her words had fallen on fallow ground. “Chase,” she whispered, “has this mission of yours to save the world burned all the compassion out of your heart?” His tortured glance said it all. Howling at Fortrayn, Chase knocked him out of the way, clearing the path between him and Melody. He swung his head and side-swiped her. The blow knocked her to her knees. She fell, landing on her injured arm. The jarring impact caused it to collapse under her weight. Before she could recover, Chase mantled her, using his muscular fore body to pin her down. With a despairing cry, Melody lowered and shifted her hips, making it difficult for Chase to enter her. In retaliation, he sank his teeth into her shoulder and bit down. He dug his claws into her waist, forcing her submission. She writhed frantically under him, trying to dislodge him. Chase’s erection thudded against her butt, searching for entry and she stilled, realizing her frenzied movements had only made it easier for him to solidify his position Melody screamed her defiance, her rage, even as her sex overflowed with desire. The swollen tissue throbbed as her clit engorged with blood. Her body readied itself for his possession while her mind still denied his claim upon her. Time stretched as everything slowed in motion. Chase drew his powerful hindquarters back, targeted her open, vulnerable sex, and began the forward motion that would end with his canine penis lodged in her welling vagina. Melody dropped her head, choked on a harsh sob, all the fight gone from her. She couldn’t stop this, wasn’t strong enough to force Chase off her trembling body. An eternity passed while she waited to feel the tapered wedge of his cock battering her flesh, destroying her from the inside out. An eternity ... and then ... a loud metallic clang rang on the air. Between one breath and the other, his weight and warmth was gone. Cold air swirled over her back, chilling the flesh that had just a moment before been mantled by a heavily furred body. “You cheater, you’re supposed to be my wulf!” Melody slumped to the side, lungs laboring as she caught her breath. “Thank you, God, thank you ...” she murmured over and over, tears leaking from under her lids at the last


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minute reprieve. Her eyes snapped open in alarm as she belatedly recognized who that angry voice belonged to. Andrea stood over a prone, dazed Chase, skillet in hand. Her eyes narrowed in her pixie face, dark hair a tangled cloud about her shoulders, she panted with rage. “You belong to me! You’re not supposed to put your ... your cock in anyone but me,” she screamed, hitting Chase again. “Andrea, enough ...!” Fortrayn wrestled the heavy iron utensil from her, wrapped her in his arms when she would have gone back to attacking Chase. He lay on his side, still in his golden-furred wulf shape, glowing eyes glazed with wonder as he stared at the miniature warrior girl who had attacked him so courageously. The teenager wound her skinny arms around her stepfather, sobbing into his waist. “I don’t want him, Papa Fort. He’s mean. He tried to take Blair’s daddy away from him. He scared Aunt Melody and made her cry. Send him away.” “Okay, honey, I will,” Fortrayn crooned, holding her closer, both of them forgetful of his nakedness. The young father comforted his stepdaughter, his filial concern a palpable entity in the room. Rosa rushed from the kitchen and threw her arms about both her mate and her child, tears flowing as she rattled off sentence after sentence in frantic Spanish. Melody, alone, saw the pain that sliced through the wulf at the girl’s impassioned words. Chase had taken one look at Andrea and gone still in shock. Melody’s lips turned up in a tired smile. One look was all it would have taken to halt this madness. If Chase had seen Andrea first, he’d have known they were destined to be mates. She wanted to laugh, but the pain was too fresh, the terror too recent to shake off. So much for all the biological-chemical mumbo-jumbo, she mused, shaking her head. Never again would Melody doubt her love for Hunter -- or his for her. So what if their biological imperatives drew them to each other initially? Wasn’t that true of any couple coming together for the first time? Melody laid her head down on her arm and closed her eyes. She wanted Hunter ... needed her man with an ache that throbbed in the midst of her empty core. As if in answer to her prayers, the front door slammed inward, ripped from its hinges and Hunter stepped over the portal, onto what remained of the wooden slab. He dangled a man dressed in a chauffeur’s uniform from his right hand. With a challenging roar and a vicious shake, he tossed the wulf in skin form across the room with dead-on precision. The limp male landed on Chase, who squirmed quickly out from under the dead weight, backed up on all fours so he faced both Hunter and Fortrayn, the three of them forming a deep isosceles triangle. Eyes burning, lips thinned in an angry line, Hunter tossed his helmet to the couch and stripped off his driving gloves. In a sarcastic display of normalcy, he sang out, “Honey, I’m

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home. Found some trash parked out front ... I’ve taken care of it. Now, all I have to do is take out the trash in here.” “Hunter ...” Melody reached a hand toward him, feeling light-headed with relief. She feasted her eyes on her lover, thankful beyond words to see him. She viewed him through a film of tears. I’m safe! Hunter won’t let anything happen to me. “Fortrayn, get Andrea and Rosa out of here,” Hunter demanded. His angry aura filled the room and his sheer presence dominated, making the large space seem small. In her heart, Mel truly believed no one and nothing could best her man as she watched him bear down on Chase. “Uncle Hunter!” Andrea struggled against Fort’s hold, determined to speak with the angry wulf standing on the shattered door. “You can’t kill him, Uncle. He’s my mate!” Melody grunted in surprise. A minute earlier, the teenager was trying to beat the shit out of Chase -- now she argued to save him? However, Andrea was right. Melody knew the girl was seeing clearer than she was, right now. “Go on, Andrea,” she urged, words barely louder than a whisper. “Everything will be all right.” After exchanging a speaking glance with her, the girl allowed Fortrayn to drag her out of the living room, glancing back over her shoulder only once. Golden eyes clashed with cinnamon brown until Chase lowered his head, averting his gaze. He rolled to his back, exposing his belly and throat to her. Andrea frowned and stuck her tongue out at the wulf. “She’s right, Hunter. You can’t kill him,” Melody repeated, propping herself up one shaking hand. “You can say that after what he’s done to you ...?” He reached a hand down to help her up. She noticed it shook. “I say it because of what he did. Other than the bites on my arm and shoulder, he made sure I didn’t sustain much ...” Her voice faltered. “... physical damage.” Hunter’s feral gaze swept over her, noting every wound and bruise. His mouth tightened as he turned back to Chase, who still retained fur form. “I’m about one inch away from losing the desire to hear what could be so important that you would risk death to invade my den and try to steal my bitch from me. If you make me deal with you as a wulf, I’ll gut you and rip your throat out. Then I’ll piss in your bowels.” The threat over, the adrenaline that had pumped into Melody’s system needed release. For a moment, she teetered on the jagged edge of the cleansing heat of anger or a degrading storm of tears. The anger won out, igniting to set her blood sizzling and burning under her skin, rendering her mad as hell. “Yeah!” Melody sneered, shakily. “What he said!” “Melody --”


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She ignored Hunter’s bark, knowing he’d never bite her -- not like this mangy mutt before her had done. She had a few things she wanted to get off her chest ... Stalking across the room to stand over Chase, she kicked at him, trying to connect. He flinched away. “Maybe we can’t kill him right away, Hunter, but we can hurt him. Hold him still so I can punch him!” “Mel ...” “And then I’m going to cut off his tally-whacker so he can’t ever wave it in my face again!” “Sweet bitch, if you’ll just wait ...” She screamed and doubled over, bringing her arms across her belly as if to shield herself from pain. There was no protection against the agony shredding her heart. “Oh, baby, oh Melody ... sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Hunter’s voice sounded frightened. “He called me that!” she gasped. “Called me your name for me while he forced me to ...” The last of the false energy from her stored adrenaline faded away, leaving her drained and sluggish. Suddenly she was shaking and crying, everything crashing down on her at once. It was too much ... too much! Strong arms encircled her. Big hands soothed her, stroking her back and shoulders, careful with the wounds on her right arm. “Shush! Shush, my darling, my strong bitch. I need you to be strong just for a little while more.” There was no strength left in her. She clutched at him, burying her face in his chest, shivering in reaction to her naked emotions, hating how she exposed her fear and anguish in front of the person that had caused her body to betray her mind. Hunter’s body shuddered under her hands, and Melody raised drenched eyes to see Hunter glaring over her shaking shoulders at his cousin, death in his eyes. His voice so thick with anger it rumbled like bass thunder against her breasts, he pointed a finger at Chase. “Change, get your clothes on, and gather your men. This betrayal gives me the right to put you all under death edict. Unless you want me to contact Lachlan and make it official, you’ll be sitting here ready to talk when I get back.” Sliding one arm under her hips, the other across her back, Hunter picked Melody up and tucked her against his chest. She sobbed as he whispered low endearments in her ear, cradled her close as he strode down the hall to their room and privacy.

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Chapter Ten “I didn’t mean to bite her. I’d captured her arm in my mouth to subdue her. Instead of acting reasonably, she hauled off and socked me. My fangs scored her as my head turned under her blow.” Hunter bit the inside of his jaw to stop from saying something that would sever the last ties between him and the cousin who had been more like a brother. He held up a weary hand. “Chase, shut the fuck up. The bite was nothing. With her enhanced biogenics, Mel will recover quickly. However, the damage you did to her psyche will take a sight longer to heal. You almost raped my fiancée! I just spent the last twenty minutes applying mental first aid and calming her until she finally relaxed enough to sleep. She was still crying in her dreams when I left, so now is not a good time to remind me how angry with you I am.” “Oh, Mother Night, Hunter ... I’m so sorry.” He looked at Chase a very long time before he drawled nastily, “Yes. You are.” “You dare --!” Taylor half rose from his perch in the corner section of the couch, an insulted growl twisting his lips. Before Chase’s wulf could blink, Hunter flashed into the battle ready shape of midchange. Backhanding the bodyguard hard enough to send him halfway through the couch, he melted back into skin form. Shaking his arms, he rotated his neck to release the tension in his shoulders. A half-smile on his face, Hunter watched to see what the wulf’s reaction would be. The wulf exchanged a glance with Chase, who made a stand-down gesture with his hand while shaking his head. Subdued, the male sank back on the couch, his jaw tight and eyes glaring hot yellow. Calm voice belying his incendiary words, Hunter let the wulf know how close he’d come to dying. “I can’t kill Chase without upsetting my two favorite girls. You, on the other hand, are very expendable -- and I feel like exterminating some vermin.” His smile was cold,


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his voice even colder when he continued. “Please ... take offense ... take action ... challenge me.” The wulf growled at Hunter’s mocking words, his muscles bunched in angry reaction. “Taylor! Stand the hell down!” Chase shot to his feet, eyes practically sparking with livid anger. “When I give an order -- even a non-verbal one -- you will damned sure obey it or answer to me!” The bulky bodyguard lowered his eyes and his head. “You’re good, man, but don’t, for one instant, imagine you could take on Hunter. Did you see how swiftly he changed ... and then changed back? He’s Alpha of San Francisco and the human liaison with the city’s police. He doesn’t hold that position by virtue of accidental birth.” Hunter’s laugh held a wild quality. “Stop trying to ruin my fun, Chase. Taylor, is it ...? Look at me.” The wulf glanced at his Alpha and visibly resisted the urge to meet Hunter’s taunting gaze. A snap of his fingers brought his head up. “I’m your Alpha in this time and place, boy!” Two fingers spread in a V, Hunter stabbed them toward Taylor’s face and then his own as he ordered, “Your eyes to mine ... now!” Taylor gave him what he wanted and Hunter read defiance in the wulf’s gaze. “We have a lot to get through before this afternoon turns into night, so we best take care of this rebellion immediately. Chase, who ought to know, warned you not to challenge me -- especially not now. Since you’re stuck on stupid, I’ll tell you what we’ll do.” “Hunter, you’re using his ignorance as an excuse to ...” “Chase, much as you don’t want to die, I still really want to kill you. Keep talking ... do.” His cousin shut up and sat back. “See, Taylor -- there’s somebody who knows how to stay alive.” Hunter moved to the center of the room, placed a booted foot on the edge of the heavy coffee table and sent it flying across the room. A nonchalant shove sent the main couch section the same way. The matching captain’s chairs thudded against the far wall one after the other. “Now that I’ve cleared us an arena, here are the rules.” Hunter ticked off on his fingers: “Number one, other than the next two rules, there are no rules. Number two, the points will be one strike in each form. Number three -- and this is my personal favorite -- once the third strike is made, the loser has two seconds to show throat or die.” He leaned closer and whispered loudly near Taylor’s ear. “Two seconds is all the time I can count on before I lose control, rip your throat out, and disembowel you.” Hunter’s lips widened in what no one would call a smile as he settled into position. “Any questions ...?”

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Taylor shook off his fancy suit, a small smile turning up his full lips. “Not a one.” Tossing the items behind him, he strode to take up position opposite Hunter. “Good! Chase -- you’ll declare the points and call the match.” Chase tried one more time. “There’s no need for this, Hunter.” “Call the damned match.” Chase sighed. He raised his hand. “Ready!” Taylor danced on his toes, loosened his shoulders and rolled his head around, working out the kinks in his neck. Hunter stood stoically at ease, eyes locked on his prey. “Go!” The first blow and point hit Taylor so hard, propelling him up and backward, that his feet left the ground and he flew five feet up in the air. “Point to Hunter!” Before Taylor’s body descended, Hunter flashed into mid-form and snatched him out of the air, slashing his claws across the wulf’s chest before slamming him to the ground. “Point to Hunter!” While the guard began the change to mid-form, Hunter morphed to fur form, set his claws into the other wulf’s belly and sank his teeth and fangs into Taylor’s throat. The sweet, coppery tang of blood flowed over his tongue, firing his instincts and heightening his bloodlust. “Point and match to Hunter! Yield, you fool!” Chase cried out, moving toward the two wulves still engaged by teeth and claws. “Uncle, I yield!” Taylor slapped the floor with his clawed hand, still shifting back to skin form. Reluctantly, Hunter retracted his fangs from Taylor’s flesh, growling and snarling as he backed up, battling the urge to finish off his opponent. The next instant, he’d regained full skin form before Taylor had finished his slower transformation. Hunter ran his tongue across his bottom lip, tasting the sparkling life that was wulfen blood. “Damn, I was really hoping you’d prove stubborn enough to misuse those two seconds. Oh, well ...” He pushed himself to his feet and lowered his hand to Taylor. It wasn’t an offer of help, and the other wulf knew it. It was a change in overlords. With a last glance toward Chase, Taylor took the extended hand and rose to his knees. Placing his forehead against the broad back of the palm, he closed his eyes and intoned, “I am yours to call on.” His life now belonged to Hunter. Chase met his cousin’s dry gaze. Hunter saw him realize what he had done. “If you wanted to borrow my man, you had but to ask.” “Why ask when I can take ... or command? I’ll never again ask you for a thing, Chase. We’ve lost that between us -- you’ve destroyed that relationship.”


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“Damn, Uncle ... you rock!” Fortrayn clapped his hands. His excitement over the fight just finished had brought a flush to his face. “That was terrific! I’ve never seen a change so quick. Hey, and the way you used those changes in your fighting form ...” Fort shook his head in awe. “Will you teach me?” Hunter had to laugh at his young cousin’s enthusiasm. Yeah, the kid had earned the right to his adulthood, but sometimes -- like now -- his puppyish ways leaked through the shiny, new veneer of maturity. “Sure, Fort, I’ll train you.” It was only then Hunter noted Rosa hadn’t returned to her usual place by Fort’s side. A small niggle of worry ate at him. He’d thought Andrea and Rosa uninjured in the ruckus, but they’d left while he was so preoccupied with Melody he might have missed something ... “How are the girls, Fort? They okay?” Grinning, Fortrayn stuck out his chest and preened. “My two bitches are more than fine, Uncle Hunter. They whipped the shit out of Chase and his henchmen. Rosa took care of Taylor, here, and Andrea beaned Kerry over the head, using your pup’s distraction.” He laughed in derision. “Cookie dough as ammo ... got to love that!” His eyes shifted to where Chase sat. “Andrea didn’t want to stay here while Chase is around, so Rosa and she took Blair, some food and some blankets over next door. They’re going to hang out there until things calm down over here.” “Good.” Hunter gave Fort an approving smile and nod. “You all did well. I’m very proud of how you all protected Melody until I could get here.” His lips twitched. “Did you really throw Rosa at Taylor?” “Best forward pass I ever made! Course, I’m sure she’s thinking up some way to make me pay for that.” Fort’s face fell. “Uhm, Uncle ... I’m sorry I couldn’t stop Chase from ... doing what he did ... to Aunt Melody before I got over here.” He turned a fierce frown on the only relative he’d looked up to apart from Hunter. “What you did was wrong, man.” Chase visibly flinched. “In more ways than you know, pup,” he conceded. Hunter frowned. “Fort honorably defended my den, faced up to you when the confrontation could end only one way. He’s earned the right to the title of wulf. No one better call him a puppy any longer ... except me!” Fortrayn stood taller. “Thank you, Uncle. Coming from you, that’s the highest honor I could look for.” Hunter slapped him on the back. “You’ll soon learn differently, Spot.” He rubbed his hands together. “Enough maudlin shit ... let’s get down to business.” “Business ...? But, I thought you and I’d --” Chase’s confusion was written on his face. Hunter cocked his eyebrow at his cousin. “Oh, you can believe we’ll get back to the question of your idiocy and what it’ll cost you in due time. Right now, there’s a critical situation on the Golden Gate Bridge I left to deal with this fiasco you engineered ...”

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***** “... The damn thing fought me to a standstill, and to tell the truth, if it had brought the fight to me, I probably would have lost.” Hunter felt no shame admitting the troll could have bested him. “That’s strange. There are several orders of trolls. Most of them are non-aggressive except during certain circumstances.” Hunter sat forward. “This one is definitely aggressive. You should have seen the carnage and wreckage it produced. I need all the information you have, as soon as possible. This situation cannot go on as it is.” “Did anyone shoot any footage?” “Are you kidding? Before I arrived, the media was flying and crawling around there like flies on blown meat.” “Can you get hold of the video from this afternoon? I’d need to see this particular troll in order to identify its genus correctly.” In response to Chase’s request, Hunter reached for his cell phone. “If there’s footage available, I’ll get it.” He punched a coded number for speed dial and held the phone to his ear as it began to ring. “Morrison.” “McCallum, here. I need any available footage from earlier today on the GG. Have it delivered to my home in half an hour.” “That’s impossible. It’ll take me longer than that to gather the media.” Hunter held his breath and counted to ten ... twice. “Why is that the first word out of your mouth whenever I have a conversation with you? Stop saying ‘impossible’ -- I don’t like it. Utilize your assets. The NHP team is readily available. Give the discs to Ari. He’ll get them to me.” “When are you planning to do something about the Golden Gate Bridge? You left that little problem on hold, remember? I have city planners and the press breathing down my neck. The governor has called three times. Everyone wants results, McCallum, and so do I -before the day is over!” “I’m working on it at this end, Commissioner. You work on it at your end. Get me the discs.” Hunter started to flip the phone closed, thought of something, and brought the small cell back to his ear. “Hey, speaking of your end -- did you get Gregori that hospital pass?” The silence at the other end of the phone sounded ominous. “I can hear you thinking up a lie, Kevin. You promised him access to a ready supply of blood.”


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Morrison’s gruff voice revealed his displeasure. “The damned vampire ought to be staked, if you ask me!” Why did he always allow his former partner to get under his skin, piss him off? They’d worked together closely for years. How had he missed seeing Morrison’s deep-dyed prejudices? “Kevin, fuck you and the damn thick stick your ass is constantly riding. What do you think this is ... fucking Hollywood? You couldn’t get past Greg’s personal shields to stake him, but if you did, it wouldn’t do any good. If by some phenomenally cosmic chance you did manage to kill him, the parasite would only inhabit another host ... and be mighty pissed that you’d chased it out of a comfortable home. Greg tells me it takes a while to settle into a new mind.” “I don’t want to know!” Morrison’s clipped tones were clearly audible to the listeners. “And that’s what’s wrong with you, in my humble opinion. Send the pass with the CDs.” Hunter gently shut the lid, disengaging the connection. Taking a deep breath, he stared at the phone in his hand for a long moment. “He is such an asshole.” Just then, the sound of Melody screaming came from the bedroom.

***** When the dream began, Melody smiled in her sleep. It came to her frequently and she welcomed the replaying of the night she met Hunter. She knew she was dreaming and didn’t want to waken, even welcoming the bad parts for she knew what was ahead ...

Oh, damn, she was late ... exactly four minutes late. He’d make her pay for that. Breathing hard, chest heaving and heart pounding from fear and having jogged the last few blocks, she leaned against the familiar black iron lamppost, grateful for its rigid support. Her legs were shaking so badly she feared she would fall. Her mouth dry with fear, she clenched her teeth, fighting to control the trembling of her jaw, shivering as the chill of the early autumn evening wind swirled about all her exposed flesh. She draped her numb limbs in a semblance of availability and let her mind wander, absently rubbing at her nostrils to clear her sinuses. Her hand had slipped applying her signature scent of vanilla and cocoa butter, so now she reeked of chocolate. She wrinkled her nose, hoping the smell wouldn’t put off a potential customer. She wished she’d gone with the Alyssa Ashley Musk. The blended lights of the setting sun and growing moon created eerie shadows that bathed the almost deserted corner of Divisidero and Webster. She stood by the streetlight, rubbing her freezing arms with equally freezing hands. The skimpy red sequined, too tight “come-fuck-me” dress she wore left both her arms and legs bare. There was more outside the dress than inside -- every exposed inch of skin covered in goose bumps..

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It was hard to believe this dress used to fit her loosely. Now it clung so tightly the stiff, tight fabric squeezed her breasts, making her prominent nipples more noticeable. It faithfully detailed the extra flesh on her full-figured body, calling cruel emphasis to the rounded curve of her belly. No one would think her a young, hot-blooded girl searching for a score. She glanced down in disgust. She was too old to be dressed like this, out in this cold wind. Serve her right if she caught pneumonia. Gerald kept saying prostituting was like riding a bicycle: Once learned, you never forgot He was wrong. She had finally, deliberately forgotten. Now she couldn’t quite remember what to do, how to do it. The “skin” of it no longer fit her. Tonight she felt jittery ... nervous and unsure. Being afraid was worse ... She furtively scanned the area for some sign of Gerald’s henchmen, knowing they hid somewhere along the street or lurked inside one of the buildings. No doubt, they were tracking her movements from behind the tattered blinds or ratty curtains adorning the abandoned houses facing the street, watching to make sure she didn’t contact the police. Somehow, she had to make it through the next few hours. She closed her eyes in despair. Long before, she had stood in this same spot, her youngold heart pounding in terror, her nearly naked limbs numb with cold, praying for a savior. One had come ... a wonderful, understanding man -- a brave man. He took the scared, desperate girl she’d been away from this corner and changed her completely. He’d schooled her, re-shaped and molded the deformed clay of her life. Then he had married her ... Tonight, she was back on her old corner, and there wouldn’t be another savior coming to her rescue. She straightened her shoulders and lifted her head, rejecting even the posture of defeat. She would not entertain the notion of failure ... too much rode on her success. She needed to make big money tonight so she could gain her freedom from the monster holding her under his power. Her best bet was to chance upon a clean, rich, normal john who would pay her well for some mindless, uncommitted fucking. That’s why she had her doctor’s report of clean health tucked in her bra and not enough skin covered to hide a badge. The sex-trolling traffic wouldn’t thicken until later when it grew darker, so she took the opportunity to rest against the streetlight, using the bulky iron column as a windbreak. Like a trapped rat in a maze, her mind scurried over the same territory, worrying over what more she could do to resolve her present dilemma. Gerald was a rabid animal; a drug-crazed threat from her past. He thought he could bring her back under his rule, to control her once more. He had already taken too much away from her ... her self-respect, her courage ... her very life! She wouldn’t let him take anything -- anyone -- else away from her. She wouldn’t. No longer was she that weak, powerless girl from years back. She would never again be anyone’s victim ...


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Much as she hated turning to hooking again, she would do what she had to. If her luck held, her old-new career would end tonight. Please, God, send me a well-heeled mark to make my evening’s work short and quickly over. She would fuck his brains out, take his money, add it to what she had saved up and throw it in Gerald’s face. She’d do one last thing ... find a way to kill Gerald Spenser -- her brother-in-law. “Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm -- don’t you look good? Hello, lovely lady.” The man appeared before her -- white, big, muscular, a hunk with shoulders wide as a football field and hips lean and taut as firm cantaloupe. Thick black hair with just a touch of grey at the edges made him appear ... mature, not old. He was prime beef, perfection on the hoof, sexy enough to have any heifer raising her tail and mooing. He looked like a rich cat, too, but that lame-ass line had to go! I can’t believe it worked for him before. “You look good enough to eat. Can I interest you in dinner?”

He had to be kidding! I hope he didn’t pay someone to write those dorky pick-up lines for him ...

“Dinner all you interested in, big boy?” Then the dream changed ...

His hand came down on her left butt cheek, stinging and sharp. “I’ll have some of this rump roast, darling. I usually prefer my meat medium rare and pink, but I’ll take it brown tonight!” “Hey! Take your hands off me!” Green eyes twinkled down at her. Dark blond hair fell to his shoulders and over his forehead. “You’re prime filet mignon, sweet bitch ... but I’ll have to replace this brand.” His finger stroked a white healed scar at her neck. “You stink of Hunter and I’ll have no other wulf’s scent on my mate.” “No! I don’t want you! You’re not supposed to be in my dream!” The man’s eyes narrowed and grew cold. “Oh, you want it, bitch, and I’m going to give it to you!” He grabbed her waist and slammed her against the light pole. Yanking her dress up, he pumped his erection against her mound. “Right here on Divisidero Street, like the whore you are!” “No! I won’t let you! I’m not powerless. I won’t be a victim ...” “Let me ...? You won’t let me?” He laughed, tightening his hands on her arms and dragging her against his chest. His face changed into the mask of a rabid wolf, bared teeth dripping with saliva. Sniffing close to her neck, the beast turned its head and whispered in her ear. “Bitch, after today, I’ll fuck you with or without your letting me. You’ll want my

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cock. You’ll crave it, beg me for it ... beg me to keep my thick cock buried deep in your cunt!” She struggled. He laughed and licked up the side of her face. She beat on his chest, screaming, “You’re not the one I want. You aren’t the one I dream of ...” He sighed, unsnapping his jeans. “Well, you’ll just have to make do. You can’t have Hunter. I’ll never share my mate. Besides, you deserve this! What’s a wulf to do when a bitch meets him at the door wearing this tight, red dress, giving off cock-rising pheromones that scream ‘fuck me’?” “No! I don’t want you. I want Hunter!” “Hunter! Hunter --!” “I’m here, Melody, my Mel. Stop crying now, baby. Stop ...” Arms lifted her out of the bed into a firm lap. She fought at first, not sure who held her -- Hunter or Chase. “Melody, it’s me, Hunter. Shush, my darling, shush!” “Hunter ...?” Melody sat up and threw her arms as far around him as she could. Deep shudders wracked her body as she clung to him, running her palms over his cheeks and brushing his eyelashes with her fingers. “These things are different, not the same,” she muttered, her voice breaking as she catalogued his beloved features. “You had a nightmare.” Her arms tightened around him. “He followed me into my dreams. He’s wrecked everything, Hunter, everything! It was him at the streetlight, tonight, not you!”


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Chapter Eleven He hugged her close, his face soft with sympathy. She’d told him about her dream, how every once in a while, she relived the night they met. “Baby, what can I do to make this better?” “Force him out.” Hunter stilled. “Melody, much as I’d like to do just that, I need every wulf I can command right now. There’s an emergency on the Golden Gate Bridge. As usual, Morrison has dumped this in my lap. I can’t handle it alone.” She leaned back and stared at him. She sniffed as a small smile tugged the corner of her lips. “I meant for you to force him out of my head.” He relaxed. “You want me to fuck you. I can do that ...” She shook her head. “He wanted to fuck me. I want you to make love to me. I want to make love with you. Fucking is what a wulf does to a ripe, fertile Breed. I want the emotions that go along with the bonding.” Hunter put one arm behind her back and guided her down until she lay prone on the bed. “If that’s your definition, then we’ve never fucked. I’ve always given you the emotions. They’ve always been there between us when we shared sex.” He mounded her breasts together and rubbed his face in the bounty. “I love you, Mel, not your breeder’s body, though it is one prime cushiony playground for me.” “Show me ...?” she begged, opening her legs and making space for him to slide his big body between them. Her pussy lips opened, pulled apart by the tension in her thighs. Hunter sat on his heels, resting his hands on his thighs, just gazing at her wet, gleaming flesh. He reached a finger to her glistening folds, ran it lightly through the crease. Her intimate flesh throbbed at his touch.

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“You’re so red and plump and juicy down here, sweet bitch. I want to lick you deep, lap up all those slick, hot streams of juice.” He glanced up at her from beneath his brows, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Remember what I did to you under the table in the restaurant?” Melody opened her mouth, gasping for air as she suddenly found it hard to breathe. She swallowed hard, hands coming up to pinch and roll the tips of her nipples. “Oh goodness, yes I do! I’ll never forget that -- not even if I contract Alzheimer’s.” Hunter chuckled. “I don’t see that happening for ninety years or more.” That brought her up short. “Are you kidding? I’ll live that long?” “Probably much longer,” Hunter murmured, stroking her arms and legs, positioning them spread wide. “I’ll be fucking you that long, at any rate.” He bent down and ran his tongue up the inside of her leg, bypassing the liquid heat escaping her folds. “The normal life-span for a wulf is one hundred sixty years, give or take twenty.” Melody arched her hips toward his mouth, presenting her vagina for some more much needed stimulation. He obediently lapped at her. “I ... uh ... oooh ... didn’t know that!” “Mhmm-hmm ... and I’m going to spend every single one of those years fucking and eating this sweet, tight pussy.” He ran his fingers through her wet folds, dipping two inside and hooking them to spear the sensitive spot high up in the front of her sex. He brought his dripping fingers out and licked them, humming at her taste. “Delicious! Want some ...?” He offered her his fingers. She licked delicately, never having tasted her own desire. She wrinkled her nose. “It doesn’t taste sweet to me.” “Ah, but then, you’re not male. We must have different taste buds because this morsel is definitely sweet ... wild and tart with just a hint of nutty flavor.” She swatted his chest, tweaking a male nipple. “You’re being silly.” He dropped quick, stinging kisses on her eyelids, cheeks and lips, peppering her face with the teasing touches. “I’m just a horny dog chasing a little pussy. Gonna give me some?” “Little pussy ...?” she asked, propping up on her elbows to glance down her dark, plussized body. “There’s no little pussy around here. On the other hand, if you’re looking for a lot of pussy ...” She let her words trail off as her legs fell open. Her knees touched the sheets as she raised one eyebrow, tossing the verbal ball back in his court. “Put like that ...” Hunter laughed, fisting his cock and rubbing the bulbous head through the slippery juices coating her labial lips “You’re right. This is a big cock and it requires a whole lot of pussy.” He hovered at her entrance, pushing partway in and stopping. She strained toward him, trying to force him further inside her. “What’s wrong? Hunter, what’s the matter?” He hissed through his teeth, holding his breath as he eased back out until just the head remained in her opening. Her nether lips stretched tight around his wide barrel. Her smooth,


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dark brown skin contrasted with the pale tones of his. He swallowed hard, meeting her eyes. His were muddy brown with worry. “I’m low on control right now, sweet bitch. I’m afraid I’ll hurt you by fucking you too hard.” He lowered his face to hers, took her lips in a long, heated exchange of tongues and teeth. Groaning, he nipped her full bottom lip, pausing as he pulled back to soothe the sting with a swipe of his tongue. “I almost lost you this evening. The animal side of me is demanding I reassert my claim on you.” She shifted under him, reached to stroke his cheek with gentle fingers. “Haven’t you learned yet? You can’t hurt me by loving me. As you keep telling me, I was created to withstand the pleasures and passions of a wulf in all his forms.” Melody deliberately shimmied her big body, rubbing her breasts and belly against Hunter’s stiffly held frame. “As much as you need to set your claim on me, I need to feel possessed -- by one particular wulf. Take me Hunter. Ride me hard.” He shuddered atop her, eyes beginning to glow as his grip firmed on her. Shackling both her hands in one of his, he dragged them over her head, stretching her upper torso beneath him. “I can give you rough ... and I definitely intend to possess you.” His voice raked across her nerves like claws across her nipples. The thick buttons stood up on her heavy breasts, peaking hard and tight. He licked them, using the small teeth between his fangs to nibble on the succulent nubs. They grew firmer, jutted higher as he bent and took them, one at a time, into his mouth to suck on them, scouring them with the rough flat of his tongue. Reflex had her trying to clench her legs, but the bulk of his body held her wide, held her open. She planted her heels on the mattress and pushed up, unsure whether she was trying to dislodge him or force him into her ... “Yes, fight me, luscious bitch! I want nothing more than to subdue you, force you to my will.” His voice had gone feral, the deep rumbling tones causing a sluice of wetness between her thighs. Lord above, she freaking loved it when he growled at her. Giving him what both of them wanted, she tugged against his restraining hands, fighting his hold on her wrists. He countered by clamping down tighter, yanking her arms higher above her head. Her breasts rose and fell, heaving with her labored breathing as she panted under him. Her vagina flooded, awash with need, overflowing with silky, fluid excitement. His thick meaty head still rested just within her entrance, wedged tight in her small opening. With a guttural cry, Hunter thrust sharp and hard, punching past the narrow constriction of her slit to invade the close confines of her hot, wet channel. “Damn, your pussy is tight and hot around me!” Hunter praised as his hips slammed back and forth, ramming his cock in and out of her sex with superhuman strength. “Mother Moon, I love being inside you ... could fuck you all night long ...”

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Breathing hard, he slowed his thrusts, causing her to mewl in protest. “No, Hunter, don’t slow down ... I’m almost there!” “Patience, my Mel ...” He shushed her with a kiss, refusing to increase his speed, no matter how much she begged. “I want you to feel something freaking fantastic ...” Reaching down, he grasped his thick length right behind the head and pulled all the way out of her drenched pussy with a liquid, sucking sound. Before she could complain, he immediately punched back through the swollen portal, making only a shallow entrance before immediately repeating the action. In on a thrust that penetrated her hard and deep. Then out again, popping through her resisting folds accompanied by the loud carnal sounds of suctioning flesh reluctantly parting. It was the most decadent thing Melody had ever experienced -- impaled over and over, undergoing a slow, deliberate fucking designed to send her out of her mind. Over and over, he entered her, parted her slick folds to sink deep into her depths only to reverse and begin a slow, smooth total withdrawal that began the next brutally focused entry, forcing her labial lips to give way before his mushroom shaped head. Her knees melted, fell away from his hips as her insides trembled under his slow, torturous assaults. Melody keened, teeth bared in a pained grimace of ecstasy as she reveled in Hunter’s version of sexual enslavement. She languidly lifted her hips to him, knowing she would do anything to keep him fucking her like this -- slow, deep, and stimulating. Never in a million years would she forget the feelings he dragged from her, the sounds he drew from her -- the sheer, overwhelming lust he forced her to experience. Sobbing, crying out for relief, Melody begged Hunter to allow her to climax. “Please, Hunter ... please let me come! Fuck me with your cock all the way in me.” “Not yet,” Hunter gritted through clenched teeth, never ceasing his relentless, slow fucking. Still clasped in one of his hands, her nails dug into his wrist, the only thing he allowed her to hold. “This ... ohh ... Hunter! This is ... cruel and ... inhuman ... punishment.” “You want inhuman? I can do that!” Hunter lowered his body full over Melody’s and growled low and sexy in her face. Shifting his grip so he circled one of her wrists in each hand, Hunter flexed and morphed, taking on mid-form. Bulked and insanely huge, he now overfilled her, stretched her sheath past what was comfortable. The bite of pain made the pleasure that much more intense. Ejaculating a short burst of the special fluid designed to ease his way by relaxing the muscles of her vagina to create virtual room in her strained slit, Hunter slid gently in and out, letting her grow accustomed to him in this greater size. The slick river flowing between


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her thighs eased the way for his oversized cock. As huge as he was in this form, he plundered her vagina easily, riding his own lubrication and the cushioning wave of her fluids. Gold eyes burning down into hers, he fucked her deep, thrusting slow and easy. Biting at her nipples and lapping his way up the valley between her breasts, Hunter bathed every inch of her upper torso with his patient tongue. Always seeking his mark, his unique scent on her skin, he extended his muzzle toward her neck, snuffling in the curve of her shoulder. He snarled, encountering a lingering hint of his cousin’s touch. Licking over the bonding mark he’d placed on her, Hunter assiduously removed the last of Chase’s contaminating scent by reinforcing his own. Melody gasped, burning with need as he worked her relentlessly. Impaled on his monster cock, she could do nothing but endure and enjoy. The dark pleasure of his possession stole away every desire but the one to please her wulf, to force him over the precipice of orgasm into the peaceful calm of physical and emotional completion -- into oneness. Her heartbeat sped up, pulse racing out of control at the sound of his animalistic grunts and groans, accompanied by his body’s surging movements. His thick pelt of fur rubbed against her nipples, abrading the tender tips. Her belly contracted under the brush of coarse hair surrounding his groin as he rotated his hips into her pelvis, scraping her clit with each inward thrust. His heavy balls, weighty with seed, slapped the smooth skin of her ass, the little sting drawing her attention to that naughty area. She shivered as he squeezed a finger past his cock, dipping in her vagina to gather her moisture. He spread slippery cream around the puckered circle nestled in the crease of her generously mounded ass. Melody writhed beneath Hunter, wriggling in a half-hearted effort to get away from his teasing finger. In his fighting and fucking form, his finger was thicker than some men’s cocks. It felt huge burning its way up her resisting channel. The muscles in her vagina fluttered, pulsed wildly, her stuffed channel trying to contract along his buried length. “Oh shit, Hunter! You know I go ape-wild when you play in the chocolate whiz way ...” His hooked finger pushed in deeper, buried to the second knuckle, spearing her dark bud with hard fire. She bucked under the extreme stimulation, coming so hard she drenched the sheet beneath her. “Mel-o-dy!” Letting go of her hands to grip her waist, he guided and held her body as he plunged in and out of her. His other hand shuttled back and forth between her ass cheeks, that thick finger plumbing the depths of her tight sphincter. Freed, Melody wrapped her arms around Hunter’s torso and grasped his shoulder blades, pulling herself closer to his chest. Holding on for dear life, her lower body left the bed as he frenziedly fucked her, hips pistoning back and forth between her thighs. “Oh ... my ... GAWD, Hunter ... yessss! Fuck me! Fuck your bitch and never stop ... never ever stop ...”

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“Arrgh!” With a roar of his own, Hunter flung his hips at her, growling and whining as his knot began to form, stretching and tightening her cunt around him. On a last, desperate thrust, he got the widened base all the way inside her elastic opening. Stretched, intimately filled and conquered, Melody raked her nails down his back, urging him on with hot, whispered words detailing all the nasty little things she wanted him to do to her -- wanted to do with him. Throwing back his head, Hunter howled through the orgasm that arched his spine and swelled his cock inside her. Pressed against the doorway of her womb, his penis jerked and spasmed, flooding her channel with hot, foamy jets of sperm. Afterward, drowsy and content, Melody lay with her legs flung over Hunter’s shoulders as he cleaned her with his tongue, lapping up their combined juices with loud slurps and groans of renewed excitement. When his hands slid up to her waist, preparing to flip her over onto her knees, she covered his hand with hers. “No, Hunter. You fucked me so long, I’m too sore.” The look on his inhuman face was so dejected she sighed. Hiding her smile, she patted his chest, her other hand dropping to his cock, still shining with the residue of her recent orgasms. One hand couldn’t encircle it completely. “Dayum, Hunt, no wonder I ache -- you had all this stuffed inside poor Vanessa!” He shifted his face enough to form human vocal chords and had the nerve to flaunt a superior, knowing grin as he gently cupped her red, swollen flesh. “I didn’t hear any complaints from Vanessa during our visit. In fact, someone was screaming like a Banshee. Sounded like Vanessa’s mouthpiece.” Melody swayed into his touch. “Yeah, well, the fact remains ... I can’t get my fingers, let alone my lips around you in this form. If you expect me to be your mouthpiece, you’d better give me something ... less ... to work with. Change all the way back into your skin form so you can fuck my mouth.” Hunter cheered right up. “Now, that’s an idea with merit, sweet bitch!” Quick as a wink, he presented a slightly larger than man-sized cock to her lips, the bulbous head already leaking pre-cum. He smeared the glossy, slippery substance over both top and bottom lips, commenting with a smug smile, “Your mouth looks so shiny and wet, swollen and sexy. You should always wear my cum on your lips ...” Melody didn’t bother answering his taunt with words. Instead, she inflicted her punishment upon his burgeoning flesh, nibbling and teasing at the sensitive crest of his penis with tiny, sharp nips that made him groan and thrust his hips at her face in an attempt to have more of his hard arousal surrounded by the tight, hot constriction of her mouth. A low, despairing growl rumbled through the air. Finally, she pulled back, hand still fondling his balls, to do some taunting of her own. “That groan sounded desperate, Hunter. I must be doing something right.”


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Hunter’s hands grasped her head, tugged her back toward his groin. “Everything you do to me is right, sweet bitch. Now stop talking and get back to sucking me deep.” Rubbing the palms of her hands up his legs, she brushed the tips of her fingers through the dense hair that covered his balls and bushed at the base of his sex. She rolled his sac, carefully palming the heavy mass, thrilling as it tightened and firmed in her grasp. She leaned forward and licked at his scrotum, one hand pumping his cock as she lavished attention on his testicles. Opening her mouth wide, she engulfed the head and a good third of her lover’s hard, stiff cock, swirling her tongue over the veins running along the distended length. She loved sucking Hunter. He was all velvet-soft skin over steel hard muscle, jutting firm and deep in her mouth, down her throat. Loving him, enjoying the taste of his leaking sperm, she tongued him, wanting him to know she honored his claim on her. Swallowing and humming, she took him deeper, sheathing him in the tight, heated confines of her mouth. A deep-throated roar echoed off the walls of the bedroom. Before her wondering eyes, Hunter’s massive-hewed thighs trembled. His claw-tipped hands grasped her shoulders and pulled, lifting her off her knees. Heart pounding at the proof of the feminine power she wielded over her mate, Melody’s full lips curved in a loving smirk. Staring up into his fierce features, she saw the raw emotion burning in his feral gaze as he flung back his head and howled his arousal. It made her feel beautiful and erotically in charge. “Yes,” she crooned, hands ghosting over his body, voice lowering to a husky drawl, “sing for me, my fearsome wulf.” Hunter tossed his tousled hair out of the way so he could gaze down on her face while he fit his cock in the tight opening of her pouting pussy. “How about you sing for me, instead?” After several lusty songs, Melody collapsed on the bed, hugging Hunter close. A moment later, she shot upright and glared down at her mate. “Pig, you’re not sticking me with the wet spot again!” She crawled on top of his broad body and collapsed once more.

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Chapter Twelve Hunter walked up the hallway, tugging a reluctant Melody behind him. She refused to face the other wulves, worried they’d heard every cry she’d made while he’d fucked her. He’d insisted, knowing she wouldn’t sleep well without him by her side. Much as he’d have liked spending more time in bed with her, there was too much to do, a major problem he still had to solve. “Hunter, wait a minute ...” Melody pulled at her wrist, twisted it in his grasp. He had no intention of releasing her. “Forget it, Melody. I’m not listening to any cowardly excuses.” Hunter stopped, turned, and put his hands on Melody’s shoulders, gave her a little shake. “I’ve told you before -- my mate will stand and face all challenges with the pride and courage due a Pack Bitch who will one day be Pack Prima. Chase and his goons are interlopers in our home. You will not cower in the bedroom, afraid to sleep, because he attacked you this afternoon. It’s his failure and sin, not yours.” She lowered her head and examined the backs of her hands, avoiding his gaze. “That’s not why I don’t want to go in there ...” She slid a glance toward the living room, where the low murmur of conversation had come to an abrupt, listening halt. Pointing up the hall, she leaned closer and whispered, “See, they’re listening in on our conversation right now. I know they heard us, earlier.” Hunter tried his best not to laugh. He didn’t lower his voice. In fact, he got louder. “Damn straight they heard us! I meant for them to. As possessive as I was feeling, you’re lucky I didn’t fuck you in front of them, to drive home the fact that you’re my bitch and no one else’s.” Melody gasped, eyebrows gathering in pique. “Will you hush? You’re embarrassing me!”


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A pretty wash of color flowed over her dark skin as the smell of burnt rubber rose to singe his nose hairs. Hunter couldn’t stop the laughter this time. “I’d have your ass bare right now, if I didn’t have to deal with this bridge problem.” “Hunter McCallum!” He removed her hands from her hips and replaced them with his. Dragging her into his embrace, he dipped his knees to bring his eyes level with hers. “I love to see you blush. After all the things we’ve done together, you remain such an innocent.” He rubbed his nose against hers. “Damn, girl, but that pretty wash of color on your dark skin makes my cock hard.” Melody looped her arms about his neck and pressed her full lips against his. “Everything makes your cock hard.” “Everything having to do with you, darling,” Hunter agreed, bending his head and kissing her. He lost himself in the hot exchange, tasting the spicy, exotic flavor of her tongue. Loving the way her scent burst on his olfactory glands with a dark, sultry musk that made his hips pump against her cushiony belly, he crushed her large body to his, wanting to get as close as possible, to blend their bodies as their scents had blended. Breaking off the kiss, Hunter drew back and stared down into her sherry-brown eyes for an endless moment. His future looked back at him. This woman turned his heart upside down just by breathing. He’d never loved before Melody, and he knew he’d never love again ... not like this. “Damn it, woman, I can’t freaking keep my hands off you. If you don’t hurry and scoot your flirty-skirted ass into that living room, I’ll lift your hem and fuck you right here in the hall.” He shook his head, his laughter holding a dark promise as he watched his bitch sprint up the hall away from him, throwing a half-teasing, half-fearful look back over her shoulder. He sauntered into the living room behind Melody, eyes tracking the gentle sway of her big butt under the A-line flower print skirt. Damn, he loved the rear view of his woman. Knowing she felt uneasy, he didn’t say anything when she scurried from him over to Fortrayn, who was talking into his cell phone. She dropped a cousinly kiss on his brow. As soon as he hung up, she gave him a quick hug. “Have I told you how much I appreciate what you did?” she asked, her voice low, words heartfelt. “That was the bravest act of chivalry I have ever been the recipient of.” Fort’s smile lit up his face. “Anything for you, Auntie,” he quipped. His usual perky demeanor fell away. “I couldn’t stand by and watch a rogue attack my cousin’s woman like that pair attacked Rosa. By the way, she said to tell you Blair is just fine. He was fidgety at first, whining for Hunter, but he calmed down when ’Drea took him in to read with her.” “Thank her for me, Fort. I was so upset earlier. I don’t know what I would have done without her organizing the kids and taking them next door.” “You can thank her, yourself. She’s coming over now that the kids are calm. She’s left the monitor on and is bringing the remote.”

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“I’ll open the window,” Hunter offered, moving to the narrow pane on the east side of the room. “No one will be able to sneak past us. We’ll smell them before they turn onto the street.” Fortrayn handed a stack of discs to Hunter. “Some guy came by while you were ... occupied. He said this is all the footage the commissioner could confiscate. They suspect there is more.” Hunter took the discs and moved over to the modular entertainment center. He shrugged. “I know there was no helicopter or aerial coverage during the fight. We’d cleared the media off before I approached the troll. Even if some reporters got some long-range footage of me going mid-form, they probably couldn’t make out my features. I was moving pretty fast during that short fight, and other than my shirt and boots, I never took my clothes off.” Flipping through the stack, he chose one and popped it into the disc player. “Let’s see what we’ve got.” The playback began immediately and the Golden Gate Bridge zoomed into view, a massive expanse of rust-red steel, cables, and gray concrete. The video wasn’t the best quality, the frames were grainy, the camera moved and dipped, making the watchers’ heads dip with the action, trying to see the recorded events. “Someone’s coming.” Taylor shifted, dropping into an offensive crouch. His nostrils flared, and he relaxed back against the couch cushions. “Oh, it’s just your human fling, Fortrayn.” Fort bristled, but before he could go into a full tirade, Hunter paused the tape, held up a hand and gave his young cousin the signal to stand down. “Fortrayn and Rosa are mated in all but name. You’ll give his bitch respect in my den or I’ll rip it out of your hide and --” Taylor shot Hunter a fulminating glare. “Are you kidding? Of course, I respect her. That bitch and her pup are lethal. They’d make a fine set of guards.” His lips curved in a baiting smile, and he turned taunting eyes on his quiet companion. “I still can’t believe they took Kerry out with just cookie dough and a skillet.” “Taylor ...” Chase spoke only the one word, the rumble of low thunder in his voice. The black wulf huffed, but subsided. “You keep stealing my joy, boss man.” “Children, can we focus on the problem at hand? Keep your mouths shut and your eyes on the screen.” “Does that mean I can’t kiss my husband?” Hands on her hips, Fort’s Hispanic lady closed the front door behind her, eyebrows raised at the edict she’d heard Hunter lay down. Hunter’s lips twitched. Rosa always made him smile. She was such a short, lively little bundle. Plenty of spunk, though not enough curves for his taste. Still, Fort seemed taken with her, and that was the only thing that mattered. “I wasn’t talking about you, Rosa, but you newlyweds kiss so much I’m surprised your lips haven’t fallen off.”


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“Look who’s talking!” Rosa muttered under her breath, reaching up to greet her husband. “Eh, hombre mia, ¿cómo es ustéd? Whadid I miss?” She landed a smacking kiss on Fort’s pursed lips. “I’m fine, baby and you’ve missed nothing. Except for Hunter taking a break to fuck Auntie Mel, there’s been no other excitement since you left.” “Hey Fort ... TMI! Keep a civil tongue in your mouth!” Melody gasped. “Or in mine,” Rosa suggested, going up for another kiss. Hiding his grin, Hunter picked up the remote and moved to where Melody was perched on the edge of the wide armchair. Lifting her up, he sat and plopped her down on his lap, one arm going round her thick waist to hold her across his knees. “Let’s get this over with, shall we? Watch carefully. I need you to find any and every advantage, something we can use against this troll.” He pushed the pause button a second time and the playback resumed. Hunter watched as an aerial camera panned over the bridge, highlighting the devastation of lives lost as the troll, to establish the perimeters of its territory, ruthlessly used humans and their vehicles. With seemingly indiscriminate force, the creature snatched cars and vans, SUVs, and cycles off the ground and hurled them through the air. They fell on other vehicles trying to swerve out of the way, or crashed down onto other vehicles already disabled. Traffic quickly snarled. The line snaked back toward Marin County, clogging the roads leading up to the toll bridge. The footage ended with the troll in command of the bridge, before Hunter had arrived on the scene. The next portion, from another camera angle, showed much the same carnage and destruction, but shot from a closer range. The cameraperson had captured the image of the troll close up and everyone looked on as the hairy beast snarled into the camera. As the video scanned down the lumpish, hulking body, Melody and Rosa both gasped. “What is it, hon?” Hunter asked softly, soothing his mate with a gentle sweep of hands. She settled against him with a slight shake of her head. Her eyebrows drew together. “Maybe nothing ...” she murmured, still watching the screen. “ We’ll see ...” The last footage was from very close up, no more then twenty feet, taken with a digital zoom lens. Hunter sat up straighter, lips tightening as he recognized the camera angle. This segment of the CD had to be police generated, from where the city officials, the commissioner and the NHP team had stood. “That son of a dog!” Hunter leaned forward, causing Mel to clasp his neck to keep from sliding off his canted lap. “He’s been compiling proof ... or blackmail material on me -possibly on all of us.” He thought about the implications of that, the hand holding the remote coming up to rub against the grain of his heavy five o’clock shadow. “We’ll have to do something about this.”

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The screen now showed Hunter walking toward the center of the bridge, his broad back to the camera, encased in the plaid shirt and blue jeans. Wincing, Hunter watched his image being swept upside down and shaken. He saw the peppermint candies showering out his pockets and cringed as his image landed head down on the deck, casually discarded by the creature greedily stuffing the candies into its gaping mouth. As everyone looked on, Hunter talked on the walkie-talkie, ordered all cameras off the bridge and away; he removed his shirt and boots and slid into the fighting structure of midform -- the half-wulf, half-humanoid shape that loomed large and fierce, the stuff of nightmares. The fight that took place caused the bridge to sway and creak, the struts and stays -designed to resist a magnitude eight earthquake -- groaning under the massive shocks of otherworldly, animalistic energy. They broke apart, Hunter bending over to suck in deep gulps of air, the troll to squat in the center of its cleared territory, eyes glaring accusingly. A large fist pounded the street. The troll’s mouth, opened, formed two words ... no three. Hunter, remembering the shock of hearing it talk, recalled the words: G’way! Mine! Mine ... He sighed, now, as he watched the replay, unable to deny the thing that had been niggling at him, causing him to doubt himself. The thing -- no, the troll, whatever its name might be -- was sentient, a thinking being. High and piercing, as clear as it had been in real life, the troll’s trilling keen rose in volume, its agonizing shriek causing the five wulves to cringe and cover their ears. Eyes squinting against the pain, Hunter noticed Rosa and Melody exchanging glances, smiles blossoming on their faces. How could they stand the noise? How could they smile while he and the other wulves were writhing in agony? He pointed the remote and pushed the stop button. The relief was instantaneous. Resting his head on Melody’s breast, Hunter’s chest rose on a grateful sigh. Ears blessedly numb, he rolled his forehead against her chest, resting in the circle of her arms. “I can’t stand that trilling noise the thing makes. It’s worse than fingernails on a chalkboard! It kept on and on like that the entire time I was there at the bridge.” Chase stood up and walked closer to the television, bending down for a closer look at the troll. “You didn’t tell me about the noise earlier, Hunter.” “Other than giving me a massive migraine, I didn’t think it was that big a deal. Was I wrong?” “Oh yes. I think you’re in deep shit, man.” Chase’s words, spoken in a carefully neutral voice, brought his head up and around. His cousin’s serious face confronted him. The immediate urge to bash it in almost overwhelmed him. Melody must have felt him tense, for she leaned into his side, wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and pressed close, hindering his instinctive surge upward.


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Chase had betrayed him. It was impossible to look at him without wanting to kill. Heart stumbling, Hunter stiffened his shoulders. The soft, clinging weight of his woman helped calm his instincts, and allowed him the space to control the urge to rend and tear. Shuddering, Hunter pushed his anger aside. He needed answers to questions, information only Chase had. He had no choice but to work with him. Somewhere -- Hunter knew, buried under his present anger -- lurked the life-long love he had shared with his cousin. That alone held his hand, postponed his justice. Family connection notwithstanding, he’d never forget that Chase had tried to steal the love of his life, the only woman ever to hold his heart. Through trickery and underhanded collusion, Chase had breeched his den, had planned and almost carried out the heinous act of what Melody would consider rape. For that, she deserved justice. There was a reckoning due, and one day, Chase would pay in full. Until then, he’d try his best to keep his cool. The calming touch of Melody’s hand on his helped ... a lot. Hunter’s voice grated when he asked, “Why do you say that?” “Because that’s not trilling the troll is doing. It’s trolling.” Rosa jumped up, clapping her hands. “I get it! It’s trolling for love! Isn’t that sweet?” “What?” Hunter came to his feet so fast; he spilled Melody out of his lap. Absently catching her before her full bottom hit the floor, he set her on her feet while staring in confusion at the hyperactive antics of Fort’s Hispanic woman. “Calm down and try to make sense, Rosa.” She couldn’t be still. “Oh, for heavens sake, Hunter, don’t you get it? The troll is looking for a mate!” “No fucking way!” Hunter’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “How the hell does it expect to find a female troll in San Francisco?” Rosa planted her hands on her hips. “Men are so blind,” she said, sharing a femaleknows-best look with Melody. “Too true,” he heard his mate agree. “Hunter obviously wouldn’t know a breast if he socked one ... which he did.” A glint that boded evil for him sparked in her eyes. “It only took one glance for me to realize that troll was female.” Consternation was a rock thudding in the pit of his stomach. Hunter felt sick when he remembered how hard he’d hit the troll in the -- great heavens! -- he’d hit a female in her breasts ... hard! He gagged. “Mother Night!” Melody patted him on the arm. “You didn’t have any way of knowing, Hunter.” “You knew.” He didn’t see how she could have, but both she and Rosa had known the troll’s sex immediately. “How did you know?”

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“Well, on my part, it was pure instinct. Any time my man gets up close and personal with a female, alarm bells are gonna go off.” Melody shrugged. “They went off. Especially when she said, ‘Mine!’ the way she did. That possessive note just sounded feminine to me.” Hunter rubbed the back of his neck, wondering if his embarrassment could get any worse. “I swear she didn’t seem at all feminine to me.” “It’s not your fault, Tio Hunter, really.” Rosa tapped her foot, and, barely holding back peals of laughter, drawled, “After all, how could any male -- no matter the species -- imagine a female being a big, strong creature ... especially when she wipes the floor with his ass.” Hunter’s lips thinned. “It’s not a laughing matter. I take hitting a female very seriously.” Rosa laughed harder. “Of course you do, Uncle.” “The stench made my eyes water and the smell of carnage had the ... er ... inner me straining at the leash. Besides, the last thing I was expecting was a courting female. She certainly wasn’t all sweetness and light toward me ...” “Any old excuse will do ...” “Rosa!” Fort’s voice held a sharp note. “Take a chill pill.” With a sly grin directed at Taylor, Rosa borrowed his earlier taunt. “Aw, you keep stealing all my joy, boss man.” Fortrayn cocked his head and held out a hand, silently demanding Rosa come to his side. With an exasperated sigh, she did as he bade her, settling down beside him on the loveseat Melody had found last month at a yard sale. Looking at it now, Hunter still couldn’t understand what was so exciting about bargaining down the price on a used couch when she had enough money to buy anything new she set her heart on. Behind Rosa’s back, Hunter flashed his young protégé a thumbs-up gesture, glad to see Fort exerting his Alpha role in the relationship. Melody whacked him on the back of the head. “That’s what gets you guys in trouble ... always going too far.” Rubbing his scalp, Hunter looked around the room. “So, how do we get a love-sick troll off the Golden Gate Bridge?” “On the East coast, we run into trolls more often. We’ve found ways of dealing with them. Until now, it has always been the males occupying the bridges. We were given to understand they were responsible for supplying the home.” He frowned in thought. “There’s only one way that I can think of,” Chase said, sitting back down and crossing his legs at the ankle. “We’ll have to lure her off the bridge.” Hunter narrowed his eyes, hating he had no answers. It burned him that now of all times he must obligate himself to his cousin in order to solve the problem facing his city, his territory. “And how are we going to do that?” Chase’s eyes looked bruised when he met his hard gaze and Hunter saw this new estrangement was painful to him. He hardened his heart. The damned dog should have


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thought his asinine plan all the way through before acting on it. Now he could fucking live with the consequences. Reading the banked vengeance in Hunter’s eyes, Chase smiled without mirth. “We secure a male troll and use him as bait, of course. If she accepts the troll’s suit, she’ll have to follow him home to his bridge.”

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Chapter Thirteen Rosa and Melody watched the wulves peel away from the curb, Hunter leading out on his Harley Road King, Fortrayn riding pillion behind him. As one, they turned from the window and stared at each other in exasperation. “’It’s too dangerous for you women. Stay home and man the phones for us,’” Rosa singsang, her voice filled with disgust. “Can you believe the nerve of those guys?” Melody shook her head. “Can you believe their insanity, thinking we’re actually going to do what they suggested?” She picked up the remote and pointed it at the TV “Come over here. I want to show you something I noticed earlier.” When the playback began, she stopped frequently, enlarging the frames that showed the cars and their inhabitants. “Notice anything unusual?” Rosa leaned forward, studying the video with eyes squinted, intent on every facet of action. “They’re all males. The drivers of the cars she stopped from crossing her barrier were all driven by men.” “Good. Now, watch this ...” She fast-forwarded to the scenes showing the troll squatting on the bridge, banging her fist on the gray macadam. “There! Do you see it?” She still-paused the last frame, fingered the zoom button and brought the troll’s face into sharp focus. “¡Madre de Dios! Pobrecita! Oh, Melody! The poor thing ...” “Is crying,” Melody finished quietly. “Our guys are going about this thing all the wrong way, Rosa. We have to do something before they screw up royally.” “But what can we do? How can we help?”


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Melody started smiling. “Let’s look at this logically ... Here’s a female who’s looking for a mate. She’s so desperate, she’s even supplied the house -- such as it is -- and she’s singing out with all her heart. What’s she feeling about now?” Rosa scrunched up her nose and held her breath, thinking hard. She let it out with a loud whoop. “I would be feeling pretty low, self-esteem shot to hell ... and then along comes some bozo who beats up on her.” She pretended to just notice Melody’s warning glare. “Sorry about that! Then some unsuspecting, blind, takes-female-bashing-seriously wulf comes along and beats up on her ... she has to be at an all-time low.” Melody decided to ignore Rosa’s teasing. After all, Hunter deserved it. “Okay, so we have a depressed female. What are the number one and two remedies of choice when we women are depressed?” “Shopping! Oh, and a trip to the spa.” Rosa’s eyes widened. “Melody, how on earth do you plan to get her to go shopping?” “Obviously, we can’t. She won’t leave the bridge. We’ll have to take the spa and the shopping to her.” A slow smile spread Rosa’s generous lips. “The boys are going to kill us!” Melody’s answering grin stretched so wide it hurt her cheeks. “The boys can kiss my big, black ass. I’ve had a pissy day, and I need something to take my mind off it. I can’t think of a better way than helping out a fellow female.” “Hey, I’m with you a hundred percent.” “Good. Let’s collect all the make-up we have. She’s pretty big -- I don’t think anything of mine will fit her. We’ll stop by the mall on the way. Oh --!” Melody stopped in her tracks. “I just thought of something. We have to take the kids with us.” Rosa’s brows creased. “Do you really think that’s safe?” “Well, I think it’s better than leaving them here alone. Besides, judging by the video, the troll only messed with the cars containing men that crossed her boundary. If we park down the way, we should be all right.” “Okay, I’ll go round up the kids. Andrea should have fed Blair by now.” “If not, we can do a quick stop at Burger King. They won’t mind in the least. Let me get Blair’s jacket so you can put it on him before bringing him out. It’s growing chilly now that it’s getting dark.” Melody hurried to her son’s room, grabbed his parka and headed back to the living room. When Melody returned, she found Rosa standing at the bay window, staring at the street. Eyes vacant, the shorter Hispanic woman leaned against the cold glass, her mind obviously somewhere in a galaxy far, far away ... Rosa jumped, giving an embarrassed little laugh when Melody came up behind her and touched her shoulder. “Gracious, you startled me!”

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“I’m sorry. You looked lost in thought, but I didn’t think touching you would frighten you.” “You didn’t, not really. Course, you’d think I’d get used to people sneaking up on me with Tio Hunter and Fort doing it all the time.” Melody sighed. “There are some things that simply take more getting used to than others, don’t you agree?” Rosa tilted her head to the side, meeting Mel’s gaze head on. “Why does that sound like the intro to a more serious discussion?” Clutching the small coat, Melody unconsciously twisted the cloth as she wrung her hands. “Could I ... do you mind if we ... oh, hell, Rosa ... can we talk?” “Of course we can.” A soft expression glowed in Rosa’s dark brown eyes, and Melody was glad she’d finally garnered the courage to speak with her about some of the things that bothered her in her relationship with Hunter. She really had to take this opportunity to see if the same things bothered Rosa in her interactions with Fortrayn. Rosa dropped down on the window seat and patted the cushion beside her. “Sit down and tell me what’s bothering you. You know, sometimes I forget I’m older than you are. I guess because you carry yourself so well and act so mature. I know you were orphaned at an early age and really didn’t have anyone to talk with. I should have offered my help before now. I’m really ashamed that I didn’t. Please, Melody, consider me your friend and confidant. We can always talk. In fact, I think we two should stick together. As strong-willed as our men folk are, we should have someone in our corner.” Despite Rosa’s reassurances, Mel didn’t know where or how to begin. “It’s not so much being bothered about a particular thing ... well, yes it is, but it’s ... damn, this is hard to get out.” Taking Mel’s hand in hers, Rosa looked at her, a smile dancing about her lips. “Come on, Melody, this is me, Rosita. You can’t possibly be shy of me! We’re like family.”

Oh, yes, but will you still feel that way when you discover my dark desires? Melody mused, guarding her thoughts carefully. “It’s not that I’m shy, Rosa. It’s that I was raised not to bring up certain conversational topics in public.” Rosa glanced around the empty room. “You consider this public? Hon, honestly, you can ask me anything. In fact, why don’t I take a wild stab at guessing what it is you want to ask me?” She stood and placed her hands behind her neck, rubbed as if she worked tension out of the cords. “Do I let Fort make love to me while he is in fur form?” That’s what she wanted to know, all right. Melody looked everywhere but at Rosa, too embarrassed to meet her gaze. “I don’t know ... do you?” “Yes ... he always takes me that way after what he calls the turning moon, but not so much during other times.”


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Melody shifted on the cushion, angling her body to face Rosa. “How does it make you feel ... if you don’t mind talking about it?” Rosa’s eyebrows lowered. “Are you telling me you and Hunter haven’t ...” She waved her hand in a vague motion. “... done the dirty dance in fur?” “He promised me time to get used to the idea.” “What is there to get used to, Mel? He’s your fiancé and your mate ... oh, hell’s bells. That’s why Chase felt justified --” Her gaze considering, the shorter woman came over to Melody. Placing her hands on Mel’s shoulders, she said, “You know this puts another face on Chase’s actions. You haven’t mated with Hunter yet. According to wulf culture, you’re up for grabs to the first wulf who takes you in fur. What he tried to do can’t equate with rape in their society.” “I know that,” Mel answered quietly. “Hunter explained it to me. He wasn’t angry that Chase tried to fuck me, he was angry because he attempted to do it without the proper challenge and response.” She made a face. “You can imagine how that made me feel.” Rosa perched beside Melody on the window seat. “Whew! I had no idea you weren’t already mated and just waiting for the official ceremony. No wonder Hunter keeps you secluded here. I thought at first, he was leery about people seeing him in public with you because of your race, but Fort disabused me of that real quick. I was grateful he did, ’cause I really like Hunter and it’s hard for me to respect someone who has such racial biases.” She sat up straight and dusted her hands. “Well, that does it -- no trip to the mall for you. All we need is for some wulf to catch wind of you without Hunter around to keep him off you.” Melody frowned in thought. “Chase said something about me giving off ‘fuck-me’ vibes, but I didn’t honestly take him literally. After all, Fortrayn is a wulf, and he lived here with us for over a month. He never came on to me like that ...” Rosa’s eyebrows flew into her hair. “Are you kidding? My poor Fort had blue balls for that entire time. He told me your scent drove him nuts. Hunter used to fuck you in the living room, and Fort would go outside that window --” She pointed to the long, narrow glass pane on the far side of the room. “-- and watch while he jacked himself off. Fort said watching Hunter take you reinforced his cousin’s claim in his mind. It helped him keep his sanity and not challenge for you.” “The hell you say!” Melody couldn’t believe Fortrayn used to watch them. Damn it, I

can’t believe Hunter let him, without saying anything to me about it! “I swear I didn’t know any of this! I would never knowingly hurt Fortrayn. He’s like family. I love him. He helped rescue my son. In fact, he was the one who brought Blair to me that night.” Tears sprang to her eyes as she remembered living through the hellish pain of thinking her son killed. The joy that had exploded in her chest at the sight of her boy cradled in the massive arms of Fortrayn would always endear him to her.

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“Hermana, I know that.” Rosa patted Mel’s thigh. “So does Fort. He holds none of it against you. I tell you so you will know your danger is real. Until Hunter mates you, it is not safe for you to ... uhm ... wander free. Mel, tell me something -- what’s lacking in Hunter? Where does he fall short of your standards? Why do you refuse to mate with him?” Melody swiped at her cheeks with one hand, removing the evidence of her tears. The other still clutched around Blair’s jacket. Her voice shook as she denied any lack in Hunter. “Are you kidding? That man is a knight. He is so freaking chivalrous he scares me. His honor is a part of him. He can’t help the way he responds to someone in need. Take the way he reacted when he found out that troll was female. I thought he was going to hurl ... it literally made him sick to think he had hit a girl.” Rosa laughed. “Yeah, I had fun teasing him about that.” Mel’s lips tightened. “You were not nice. I meant to talk to you about that ... don’t hurt him, Rosa. Don’t hurt his feelings.” Rosa snorted. “Look who’s talking! I fuck my mate any way he wants me. You’re the one holding back, rejecting Hunter, and you tell me not to hurt him. What’s wrong with this picture?” “I’m afraid.” “Of what?” Melody curled forward, bunched the coat at her face to hide her features. “Of giving myself totally to Hunter and someday seeing in his eyes that I’ve been found lacking.” She sucked in a shuddering gasp of air. “I’m fat, you know -- not pretty at all, and dragging a child in tow ... What could a man like that -- a rich hunk built like a damn brick house -find to love in me?” Rosa lifted Melody’s chin with her hand. Brown eyes stared at Mel in disbelief. “Are you drunk ... or just out of your mind?” “Huh?” Rosa clicked her tongue. “Woman, that male worships the ground you walk on. He doesn’t hide it, and he’s not ashamed of it. Do you have any idea how rare that is? Never mind, I can see you don’t.” As if she couldn’t sit still, Rosa jumped up and started pacing. “Let me tell you something ... I’m half in love with Hunter because he raised Fortrayn. My man is a chip off your man’s block, and I thank heaven every day and twice at night for that.” “But they’re not human. Not really.” Rosa stopped in her tracks. “What, Miss Afro-American is a species bigot? My first husband left me for another man. My father abused my sister night after night while I lay shivering with fright in the bed next to them, wondering when he’d get around to me. On the flip side, Fortrayn risked his life to save mine, and Hunter threw in with him when he didn’t even know me. On top of that, Fortrayn is ready to walk away from his family and all


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She lowered and softened her voice. She clasped Melody’s left hand with her right one. “I think the real problem here is trust. You don’t trust Hunter.” Melody snatched her hand away, anger taking the place of her hurt. “I love Hunter!” “Do you?” “I’d die for him!” Rosa gave her a pitying glance. “Dying’s easy. I thought you’d learned it’s living that’s hard.” The anger drained away, siphoned off by the caring note in Rosa’s voice, the soft and loving expression in her eyes. “I’ve been a fool.” An exasperated sigh lifted Rosa’s chest. “Now you’re being too hard on yourself, and there’s no reason. You’ve been through a lot these past few months. This situation is easier for me. I’m not a Breed. I haven’t had to deal with learning I’m part alien, like you have.” Melody took to the floor and paced. “You don’t understand ... I’m not like this, usually. I don’t -- how did you say? -- waffle over things like this.” She waggled her hand back and forth, impersonating a limp noodle. Dropping her hand at her side and staring Rosa in the face, she slowly admitted, “I think you’re right about this being a commitment issue. Earlier today, I wanted Hunter to mate me in his fur form, but it was for my own comfort, to secure my own safety. Thank god, he refused to do it. I’m ready to make a full commitment to Hunter, but I’m not looking forward to having this fat body exposed to so many strangers.” “You know, you wouldn’t worry over that so much if you could hear how Fort sings your praises and tries to tempt me into gaining weight. Apparently, you’re the perfect color and body type for wulves.” Melody brightened. “Hunter is always saying that, but it’s so hard to believe.” “Chase didn’t have any problem busting a boner for you, did he?” Rosa held up a restricting hand. “And don’t give me that song and dance about it all being the Breed pheromones, either.” Mel could feel the hot flush of color washing her cheeks. “Please ... let’s not talk about Chase. I haven’t gotten over my mad at him.” “You don’t know what mad is until you’ve heard Andrea going on about him.” A slow, evil grin spread Mel’s lips. “Rosa, you don’t know the true irony of that situation. I saw it, you know -- Chase’s expression when he finally set eyes on Andrea. She’s his true-bond mate, and he knows it. And there’s not a damned thing he can do about making amends until she’s older.” Mel rubbed her hands together. “It might be petty of me, but I can’t help loving it. In a few years, she’s gonna give him his comeuppance. I only hope I’m around to see it.” Rosa laughed along with her before sobering. “Damn, Melody, I wish we’d had this conversation a long time ago. You could have helped me sort through my issues with Fortrayn.”


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Mel made a disparaging gesture. “Doesn’t sound like you two had any ...” “Oh, we did, trust me. We’re working through them, though, and I know you and Hunter will do the same. You two are the perfect couple. I can’t say Hunter without adding the ‘and Melody,’ you know?” Mel felt tears threatening again. She gave a husky chuckle. “Stop, before you have me crying. God knows I’ve done enough of that for a while.” Rosa waved that statement away. “We women have the responsibility to cry whenever the mood strikes. It’s our God-given, male-confusing right!” Melody laughed. “I’ve never thought about it like that, but you’re right.” Her smile faded to a barely there curve. “Thanks, Rosa. You’ve helped me clarify many things, brought some serious thoughts into focus. Hunter keeps telling me I’m a bigot, and now that I know he’s telling the truth, I intend to change.” She firmed her chin. “I’ve known all along that he wasn’t human. He made no bones about telling me the truth that first night. Still, knowing the truth, I’ve continued to judge him by human standards, to expect him to act and react as a human would. My son has more sense than I do. He recognized right off the caliber of man Hunter is. It’s time I let my man know how I truly feel; I’m ready to commit myself totally to his care, and I trust him with all my heart.” Rosa clapped, cheering. “Way to go! Now, let’s recap ... You love Hunter, right ...?” “With every breath I take.” “You’re going to submit to him so he can mate you ...?” “At the earliest opportunity.” “You two will make wild wulfen love and produce a huge litter of puppies?” “Er ... yes, eventually!” A touch of sadness darkened Rosa’s expression. “Fort and I will never have children. Not being a Breed, I can’t give him any.” It was Melody’s turn to comfort Rosa. She put her arm around her shoulders and squeezed. “It would be my greatest pleasure and our honor if you would consent to be our children’s godparents.” Rosa pulled back and stared up at Melody, her eyes drowning in a crystalline sea of tears. “Do you mean that?” “Sure. I think you’d make a wonderful godmother.” A huge smile brightened Rosa’s face, and Mel was glad to have helped put it there. “In that case, get your ass in gear so we can go solve the men’s troll problem. The sooner we get done with that, the sooner you and Hunter can get busy making me some god-puppies!” Melody tossed Rosa Blair’s coat. “Did you misunderstand what the word eventually means?”

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“Nope!” The shorter woman sang, heading for the shorter route next door via the kitchen exit. Due to the layout of the connected houses, the kitchens were actually closer together than the front doors. “I figure once he takes you in fur, Hunter’s superior sperm will conquer all barriers. We’ll be knee-deep in puppies in no time!” Melody chose to ignore Rosa’s ominous comment. “Mall first, then on to the bridge, right?” “Mall first, for me,” Rosa corrected, sticking her head around the open door and shaking her finger at Melody. “I don’t need any more drama. As long as you’re unmated, your ass isn’t getting out of the car!”


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Chapter Fourteen Hunter pounded his fist on the door of the ambulance, angry and disappointed all at the same time He should have known Kevin would try to come up with some way to wriggle out of his agreement with the NHP team members. Hunter rubbed at the stubble on his chin, the heavy shadow an accurate measurement of how much time he’d spent on the bridge. “I’m sorry about this, Gregori. I’ll talk to the commissioner again. I’ll get him to keep his bargain this time ... somehow.” “You fret too much, Hunter. I am quite capable of arranging my own supply of blood. Morrison will not be happy with how I procure it, but then, he’s passed up the opportunity to regulate my list of donors, has he not?” The vampire smiled, showing fang, the telltale expression telling Hunter that Gregori wasn’t as calm as his veneer suggested. In the wild, baring teeth did not denote friendship. Among predators, it was a warning the wise did not ignore. “It’s times like these I’m tempted to walk away from this altogether -- to leave Kevin twisting bare-assed in the wind. Just once, I’d like to see him have to deal with this preternatural shit all by himself.” “Except we don’t do what we do for Morrison’s sake; we do it to safeguard the innocents.” Gregori extended his clenched fist, knuckles down, and Hunter tapped it with his own in recognition of their team’s greeting. “We are protectors and sentinels.” Hunter grunted. “There are many humans -- Morrison being one of them -- who don’t see us like that. After all, we are predators, and some of them are smart enough to realize they are our natural prey.” “We are predators, true, but we are not monsters. Some of the worst monsters wear human faces.”

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A sigh gusted from Hunter’s mouth. Did Gregori really believe the press release he spouted? “I’m sure the man I ate last month would have disagreed with you.” “Heh!” A true smile widened Gregori’s lips. He nodded agreement. “I never said we weren’t killers, McCallum. I dare say this team consists of the most elite of killers, but we are not monsters, my friend. Far from being indiscriminate killers, we have all elected to limit ourselves to preying on the sick-minded and depraved, the poisonous ones that infect society.” “So, what ... we cull the herd? Because our killing is high-minded, that places us above the drug king, not to mention the abusive pimp and the Jeffrey Dahmers ...?” Gregori raised one finger. “Question ... Would a monster suffer pangs of conscience because he inadvertently struck a female ... even though that female was a troll and could wipe the floor with him?” Shame washed through Hunter. “I should have investigated closer and made sure of my facts before wading in with both feet. Hitting her was unacceptable. I reviewed the tapes, and in retrospect, I totally screwed up. I let Kevin’s pissy attitude blind me to the clues.” The vampire sighed. “You are missing the point. A monster wouldn’t care about the troll being male or female. Once, the jungles and savannahs of this world were vast enough to contain the uncivilized of all species, the indiscriminate killers. Now, those lands have shrunk. Civilization has crowded out the untamed places. The monsters have left the dwindling jungles to inhabit the new wilds of the city’s dark alleys and sewers. They look out over the city and see sheep, pinned in and ripe for the taking.” Gregori stepped up to Hunter and faced him head on. Tilting his head up, he met the eyes of the taller man. “We don’t cull the herd; we police the wolves. Hell man, you’re the one who talked us all into forming this team. Your heart and spirit are the soul of this endeavor. If you begin to question what we do, to doubt our mission, this team will not survive.” Hunter pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. In the short time before he reopened them, his resolve had hardened. Staring out across the bridge toward the clustered buildings and high-rises of San Francisco, he squared his shoulders. “You’re right, Gregori. The cities teem with conscienceless people, and others having no scrap of compassion or mercy for the innocents they target. In this city -- our city -we’ve put the monsters on notice: Play nice or die ...” He slashed a look at the silent vampire and his lips curled in a lopsided smile. “That includes this team. There’ll be no unsanctioned kills or the same penalty applies.” Gregori threw back his head and laughed until red-tinged moisture ran from his eyes. “Oh Hunter, you amuse me, you do.” Shaking his head, he asked, “Yet, you wonder why everyone on this team insisted you be the leader? I find it hilarious that the only one of us who requires death to gain nourishment is the one demanding we hold ourselves accountable.”


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“Hey, I’ve never put innocents in danger just for a meal. If we ever run out of monsters, I can always munch on a deer or something. I’m no rogue.” “No, you’re not.” Gregori glanced over Hunter’s shoulder, and his eyes blazed red. “However, you are about three minutes away from a domestic crisis ...” A languid hand gesture drew Hunter’s attention to the approaching vehicle. Gregori’s head lifted, nostrils flared, chest rose on a long inhalation. “I smell your woman -- an interesting blend of fullbodied human blood, spiced with notes of alien woodsy tones ... hmm.” Eyeing the vamp askance, Hunter gave the bloodsucker a sharp nudge with his elbow. “Sheesh, Greg, you sound like a damned perfume chemist or something. Get your damned nose off my bitch!” “You don’t know how I envy you, Hunter. Your woman is full-blooded, full-bodied ...” He watched Rosa and Melody step out of the car and slam the doors, their arms full of packages and bags. “... and obviously full-spirited. What a feast! If another like your Melody could be found, I’d consider settling down for eternity.” Hunter kept his eyes trained on the two women, battling the anger seething within at their irresponsible actions. How dare they deliberately place themselves in danger? “Yeah, well, she’s taken.” His voice hardened. “And she’s full of bullshit, too, if she thinks I’m going to let her hang around here!” Slipping his shades in his pocket, Hunter started toward the two women, wondering what in hell had brought them to the bridge. On second thought, it didn’t matter. He was determined to get them headed back home as soon as possible. Hunter’s steps slowed as he drew closer to where Rosa and Melody stood waiting for him by the car. He should have taken the keys, but it had never occurred to him she would follow him. Mel had mentioned before that she wanted to help him with his cases, didn’t want him leaving her out of the action, turning her into a grass widow. He walked a fine line, trying to discourage her involvement in dangerous situations while avoiding making her believe he didn’t value her input. Hunter groaned, knowing the real problem was he valued her above everything. More than she would probably ever know, more than he could make her understand. Damn it, he

didn’t have the words to explain how she completed him, made him whole. If I ever lose her ... He shook off the fear that flooded his mind and stopped his heart for a second, only to send it pounding back into a frantic rhythm. Two feet away from her, Melody’s fragrance hit him like a blow to his solar plexus.

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“Melody, what the fuck are you two doing here?” Hunter fought the urge to cringe at the harsh way that question came out. She needed to know how displeased he was. A huge smile wreathed her dark, round face, softening his resolve even before she spoke. “Hi, babe! Rosa and I came to help. After you guys left, we saw something on the disc that made us think Tracy just needed a little pampering, a girls’ night out at the spa.” He should have known getting the two women off the bridge wouldn’t prove to be an easy task. “Tracy? Who the hell is Tracy, and where is she?” Hunter glanced around, searching for the woman Mel had mentioned. Bending down, he peered into the car and was shocked to find Andrea and Blair ensconced in the backseat. Blair waved at him, rocking against the restraints of his car seat. Andrea met his eyes with a long-suffering look that said she’d already tried reasoning with her mother and aunt to no avail. Hunter straightened with an almost audible snap to his backbone and whipped around to glare at the grinning women. “I can’t believe you brought the children into danger like this. What were you thinking of?” Melody and Rosa laughed at that. “Tracy is what we decided to call the troll, and the kids are totally safe, silly. After all, we can’t go around calling her ‘troll.’ It isn’t nice.”

Huh? Hunter groaned and grabbed two hands full of hair to keep from throttling his mate and her sidekick. Glaring up at the sky, he yelled, “What more can go wrong?” He looked down at Melody and sighed. Heavily. “So, you named the troll. Why am I sure there’s more you haven’t told me ...?” Melody narrowed her eyes and glared at him. “You so don’t need to snarl at us like that, mister! We came here to help your sorry butt, and you could be a little more thankful. You males were about to muck everything up as usual, and Rosa and I decided we couldn’t sit by and watch the train wreck this time.” Hunter’s jaw sagged. “You ... I ... how could the two of you think you could help in this situation?” Rosa shouldered past Melody to confront him, her neck stretched back, head tilted at an extreme angle to compensate for their difference in height. “Look, we know something you don’t. Why can’t men understand that we women have a language all our own? We can communicate with Tracy and you can’t, so eat Doritos and die, okay?” “She’s right, Hunter,” Melody chimed in, standing firm before him. “We can help, I know it. I want you to let us prove it. I’m not Blair, Hunter. I’m a grown woman, and I don’t need coddling. If you won’t let me help you in your work, your life, how can you expect me to feel like a true life partner to you?” Her words sent fear, hope, and love pouring through him. Fear for her safety, hope that she was finally ready to commit to him fully, and love so overwhelming and strong it almost brought him to his knees. His bitch was no weak-kneed pacifist. Even against his protests,


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she was prepared to fight at his side. Hell, she was fighting him for a place at his side. He sighed. He seemed to be doing that a lot, lately. “Okay, ladies, lay out your plans. Make me see the logic in your approach.” He raised a cautioning finger when they squealed with giddy excitement. “Understand me, I won’t allow you to do anything I wouldn’t allow another member of the team to do. If what you’re planning doesn’t sound feasible, I’ll scotch it, and you will not move forward without my approval.” Melody glanced at Rosa, who nodded. Both women’s lips turned up in a smile, but the sheer joy in Melody’s almost blinded him. Surprising him, she went up on her toes and threw her arms around him, hugging him close. He wrapped his arms about her and brought her closer to his lips, greedily accepting the small, sweet kisses she peppered all over his face. “Thank you for giving me ... us ... a chance, Hunter. We promise to abide by your rules. We’ll make good team members, you’ll see.” What he saw was how tightly she had him wrapped around her little finger, but with a sigh and a resigned, “Yes, dear,” he beckoned the other team members over. “You’ve all met Melody before. This beautiful lady next to her is Rosa Montalvo, my cousin Fort’s fiancée.” Fortrayn stepped forward and tucked Rosa under his shoulder. “She’s taken,” he growled, brows beetling at the lustful look some of the team snuck toward her. Rosa smacked him. “Don’t be such a Neanderthal!” Fortrayn rubbed his arm, grinning. “Titles don’t mean much to this group, Rosa. If I don’t make my position clear, I’ll end up having to give someone the smack-down.” Low laughter met his claim. “You wish, half-pint!” “In your dreams, wulfling!” “Careful, lest we snatch her away and teach her it don’t mean a thang until you’ve had fang!” Rosa spoke up through her blushes. “He’s got plenty enough fang for me, thank you!” The males roared with mirth; Gregori playfully slapped Fortrayn on the back. “Who knew you had it in you, you precocious dog!” “Stop teasing him, and let’s get down to business,” Melody said, setting one of her bags on the hood of the car. She began pulling out make-up and clothes, a hair dryer and curling iron, talking non-stop as she rummaged through the bag. “Rosa and I were watching the disc after Hunter and the others left. We did a close-up on Tracy’s face and --” “Tracy?” “Wait a minute, who’s Tracy?”

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“They named the troll Tracy.” Hunter held up a hand. “Trust me ... don’t ask!” Melody frowned at the males’ humorous comments. “Yukity-yuk-yuk-yuk! Laugh it up, fellas, but I don’t see any improvement over this morning. Traffic remains at a standstill, and a troll is in control of the bridge. If you ever had a plan, it doesn’t seem to have worked, whereas ours has merit simply because it hasn’t failed yet.” “What she says has merit.” Indigo’s calm, quiet statement stopped the joking remarks. Hunter watched her carefully, looking for signs of trouble. The reclusive shapeshifter was a precog, and rarely bothered to speak up unless she’d had a future sighting. Usually, she accepted her assignments and carried out her duties with the minimum of fuss. Now, she nodded to Melody after giving each of the men a stern, silencing glance. “I’d like to hear what you were trying to say. The guys won’t interrupt you again.” Melody nodded back. “Thanks, Indigo. As I was saying, we noticed Tracy was crying. When Hunter gave her the peppermint, she brightened right up. Then, after he hit her, she became more depressed, more determined to claim the bridge.” Rosa took over. “We think Tracy feels she needs the bridge to attract a mate. She doesn’t think any troll would be interested in her without a ready-made home. If you think about it, her behavior is not typical for a female troll. Chase told us it’s the male’s responsibility to supply the home. So why is Tracy here?” Melody’s voice wobbled. “The poor thing’s trolling for love, not just a mate. She feels unlovable and unlovely. No woman should have to feel like that.” “So we decided to give her a girls’ night out. Help her learn how to maximize her assets. You know --” Rosa’s hands made vague circular gestures. “-- make the most of herself.” Hunter stirred his finger through the scattered paraphernalia. “How is slathering this junk on the troll going to get her off my bridge?” “Hopefully, when we’re finished with Tracy, she’ll realize she doesn’t need the bridge to attract a mate,” Melody said, slapping his hand away. “She might be willing to let go and take a chance.” Putting her hip between him and the car, Melody edged Hunter back, obviously not wanting him pawing through her prized troll-beautifiers. “On the other hand, she may just decide men aren’t worth the trouble and set up operations right here. She probably wouldn’t charge as much toll as the city does.” “Oh, you’re just full of answers, aren’t you?” Hiding a smile, Hunter leaned into her, letting his body weight rest along her side. Using the bulk of his body to hide his hands, he slipped under her dress and pinched a generous helping of flesh where her plump, round buttock met her full thigh. “Ow! Cut that out, Hunter.” Melody tried to pinch him back, but her fingers slipped and slid on his taut flesh. “That is so not fair!” She pouted as he laughed, turning to shelter their interaction from the others. He brought her hand to his groin, pressed her fingers around his hard on. “Pinch this!”


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She did exactly as he suggested, fingers squeezing along his hard length while she flirted with him, flashing a look from under her eyelids that made his body shudder and every nerve ending do some non-verbal howling. His clothes suddenly fit too tight, the denim and cotton irritating against his sensitive skin. He was hot, randy, and ready to take their teasing to an all-new level. The sultry look in her eyes told him she knew just what she did to him. Under the eyes of his teammates and the children, there was nothing Hunter could do to ease the throbbing she’d started at his groin. Frustration riding him, Hunter pulled away, stomping a few feet off before turning to address Rosa and the triumphant smirk on Melody’s face. Pointing his finger at them, he barked, “All right, you two can have your chance. What do you need to get started?” Rosa and Mel squealed and did a high five. Once they calmed down, Melody said, “We need you men off the bridge.” “No fucking way that’s going to happen. Next?” Rosa frowned. “Por Dios, man, you hit her! She doesn’t trust you. If she sees us with you, it might take us all night to get her to talk to us.” “Perhaps you could just back way off,” Melody suggested. Hunter decided she’d do well in the diplomatic corps. She knew how Rosa’s deliberate use of the words hitting and her in the same sentence riled him and was trying to pour verbal oil on the waters. Well, hell, Hunter thought unwillingly. Looks like Mel would be an asset to the team if I can get past the fear of her getting hurt ... “You know that probably won’t work, Melody. What if something happens to upset her while we’re trying to work with her?” “The men can stay out of her visual orbit,” Mel chimed in over Rosa’s complaints. “She’s defined the boundaries of her physical space.” Her glance at the mangled, overturned and stacked vehicles was speaking. “As long as no one oversteps her bounds, everything should be fine.” She turned back to Hunter. “Use your long-range viewers to monitor us. We’ll take a walkie-talkie and keep the frequency open so you can hear what we’re saying.” The suggestion made so much sense Hunter couldn’t argue against it, much as it galled him to admit. “Okay, I can live with that -- just barely, but ...” He sighed. “... what else do you need?” “Just the kids,” Melody said, reaching into the car to release Blair from his car seat. Before she had him up in her arms, Hunter was at the car, so pissed he imagined smoke poured from his ears. He snatched Blair out of her grasp. “No way are you taking my pup anywhere near that troll!” He hissed, letting his fury speak through his words. “What are you thinking of, Melody ... if you’re thinking at all?”

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He watched her eyes ice over with a rage as cold as his was hot. This time he didn’t let her upset bother him. She’d gone too far trying to include Blair in this asinine project. Melody leaned forward and whispered through clenched teeth, “Give me back my son!” before literally ripping the boy out of his arms. “As long as I’m black -- and I don’t foresee that changing anytime soon -- you better not ever imply I would put my son in danger! Do you understand me?” Stunned, Hunter scratched his nose, trying to clear the acrid burn of her anger out of his nostrils. He eyed her warily, jaw tight with his own anger. “Fine, Melody! You explain how you think taking a toddler to visit a troll is reasonable or safe!” She huffed. “For one, I watched the CD. Not a single turned over car contained a child -- not one, Hunter. Far from being in danger, Blair will ensure our safety. Most females getting ready to nest are going to have a natural inquisitiveness about any infant on the scene. I’m betting Tracy is no different.” His shoulders slumped at the realization he’d really insulted and hurt her feelings. Heart aching, Hunter reached a hand toward Melody. His mouth firmed when she jerked away, avoiding his touch. Kicking himself for forgetting even for one moment Melody’s unfounded feelings of guilt over not keeping her son safe from his uncle, Hunter groaned. Gerald Spenser had kidnapped his own nephew and viciously played games with Melody’s head, going so far as to force her back into prostitution with the threat of killing her son if she didn’t comply with his demands. Though the events had taken place a little over three months ago, he hadn’t been able to convince Melody she bore no fault in Gerald’s deeds. Accusing her of putting their son in danger was the stupidest thing -- and the cruelest -- he could have done. “Mel, please ... I’m sorry. Blame my reaction on ingrained habits. Regardless of what came out my stupid mouth, I know you’d rather cut off your hand than endanger Blair.” He gave her a lopsided smile. “By the time my brain caught up with my vocal cords, it was too late. I have paw-in-mouth disease,” he said, giving her a hopeful glance while batting his eyelashes. “Open mouth, insert paw.” Mel stared at him through narrowed eyes. He thought he saw a slight softening. He prayed he saw a minute softening ... “That disease better be treatable,” she finally growled. “Oh, it is,” he promised quickly. “The treatment is massive doses of humble pie and self-abasement, which I’m chewing and swallowing right now.” Her lips twitched and then her dark, beautiful face lit up with a forgiving smile. “Knowing your cooking skills, I’m betting it tastes horrible.”


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He nodded, grinning back at her, relieved and thankful at having avoided a major bump in their road toward togetherness. “It tastes bitter as hell. You could sweeten it with a kiss.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. Melody held her hands up and shook her head. “You haven’t earned your way back into my good graces enough for a kiss, wulf.” Instead, she pointed to the men and one female clustered at the other side of the bridge. “You’d better get your fine ass back over there with your team before I rethink my decision to let you off so easily.” Moving so fast he knew his motions would seem blurred to her, Hunter swept in and licked Melody’s throat and chin, whining low in his throat as he gave the warm, soft skin quick, almost dry dabs with his rough tongue. “Hunter!” Melody tried to push him away. “Stop that,” he murmured, catching her hands when she swatted at him. “I’m showing you submission. In fur form, a contrite wulf licks the neck and face of his Alpha, keeping his head below the higher ranked wulf.” “Submission, huh?” she questioned, eyeing the prominent bulge pushing out the stiff material at his groin. Hunter grinned, canting his hips to showcase his erection. He knew how much she liked knowing she lit his fire. “Can I help it if showing throat to you turns me on?” Mel pushed at his shoulders. “You better keep that anaconda tucked between your legs and get moving. I don’t have time to play dominance games with you, now.” Hunter could feel heat pouring from his eyes and knew they’d gone molten gold. “Does that mean we get to play later? This time, I’ll let you tie me up ...” “We’ll see,” she said, shifting Blair on her hip and averting her head. Her true response flooded his nostrils, and he drank in the sweet, syrupy smell of the cream slicking her panties. Her eyes came up and locked with his, color flaming beneath the dark skin of her cheeks. The cozy smell of baby and the rich scent of desire swirled about her, making him think of family and den, making him want to burrow deep into the only place he felt truly at home -- inside Melody. Buford pressed against his jeans, strained the zipper almost to the breaking point. Driven past discretion, he glanced about, hunting for a private place where he could act on both their lust. He almost howled when Andrea stuck her head out the window, disrupting the moment and calling him back to reality. She beckoned him over and whispered, “Uncle Hunter, where’s that wulf?” For a moment, he had no idea who she asked after, his mind was that preoccupied with the frustration of not being able to throw Melody down and fuck her right there on the bridge in front of God and the country. Then it dawned on him Andrea meant Chase. Replace “that,” with the word “mine,” and the sentence sounded just about right.

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Unable to resist teasing her, Hunter leaned down into the window. “Your wulf is in the limo, staying in phone contact with Kerry” “Why?” He noticed the teenager didn’t dispute his words. The teen Breed knew Chase was her mate. “Kerry and Aricles -- you must always address him as Kyrios Aricles -- went back to the east coast to find a male troll for ... Tracy” “Why?” “Tracy is in troll heat. She’s looking for a mate, but there are no male trolls in San Francisco. At least, I’ve never seen one or heard tell of one in this vicinity.” “No,” she said, sounding impatient, “I meant, why did your team member have to go along, and why do I have to address him as lord?” “Oh. Aricles is a demi-god and takes his title seriously. You don’t want to piss him off. As to why he went with Kerry, well, one of his powers is instantaneous relocation. As long as he’s in physical contact with another, he can teleport them along with him. If we had to wait for Kerry to catch a plane going and coming, no matter how fast, it would be too late to keep most of this from out of the public eye. Whatever the outcome, we have to get this done tonight. Besides, can you see Kerry trying to get a troll onboard a plane?” Andrea cautiously opened the car door. She glanced about, almost fearful. “I don’t want him coming near me,” she told Hunter, sidling up to him, slipping a hand in his larger one. “Don’t let him talk to me, okay?” Hunter curled his fingers around her hand. “He’ll stay in the car, honey. I’ve already told him I’d kick his mangy hide if he got within sniffing range of you. I’m mad at him, too.” Her small fingers tightened about his. He could smell the acrid rise of her sharp fear. “Don’t kill him, Uncle. I’m not that mad.” Swallowing a grin, Hunter turned his head so she wouldn’t see his knowing smirk. He didn’t want to alienate this budding young woman. She would be a formidable bitch when she reached maturity. “Not to worry, youngling. I have no intention of killing him. He’s like a brother to me. Right now, we’ll just pretend he’s an omega. It’s okay to ignore an omega, and if he gets too close, we nip him.” Andrea nodded sagely. “He needs nipping for trying to put his penis in Aunt Melody. That belongs to me.” This time, it was Hunter’s fingers tightening in helpless reaction. He stopped squeezing before she yelped. “Let’s not bring that up again. I might change my mind about having to kill him.” She looked up into his face, and he tried to soften what he knew had to be a harsh expression. He barely managed it. “You’re still mad.” Hunter heaved a deep sigh. “You bet.” He hunkered down, squatting to get to her level. “Look, I want to thank you for what you did. If you hadn’t talked to me, I would have killed


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Chase, and if I did that, I’d be sorry. I’m glad you and Melody stopped me, but I am still angry. Very angry. So watch what you say for a while, deal?” Her dark brown eyes, so like her mother’s, twinkled at him. “Deal,” she said, lips widening in a wicked grin as she continued, “but it’s okay if you want to scare him a bit -- a lot.” Hunter threw back his head, howling with laughter. Damn, even as a girl, this bitch was formidable. He couldn’t wait to see how she turned out. “Oh, I’m gonna keep doing that, Andi. Believe it!”

***** Melody took a deep breath, held it, and glanced over at Rosa. Hitching Blair further up her hip, she asked, “You ready for this?” The petite Hispanic crossed herself and nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s do this!” She gathered up the bags of beauty supplies, passed the battery-operated hair dryer to Mel, and hefted the rest. “I told Fort to run a heavy-duty extension cord as close to the perimeter as he could. I hope that we’ll be able to coax Tracy toward the edge of her barrier.” “That should work,” Melody replied, fighting the butterflies in her stomach. “I tossed a couple of extra cords in one of the bags. They should reach ...”

Could we be wrong about everything? The closer they got to troll central, the more Melody worried. What if the troll -- Tracy -- didn’t react like they thought she would? She would die if she really was taking Blair into danger. Then again, she’d die before she let the troll hurt one curly hair on Blair’s head. “Screw this!” she said aloud, exchanging glances with Rosa. “I know what we saw. I have pretty good instincts where people are concerned. Did I ever tell you I was a wonderful preacher’s wife?” She straightened up and walked faster. “Well, I was. Everyone said I was very compassionate and understanding, and I helped a lot of housewives spruce up their appearance in an attempt to save their marriages. A lot were successful, too.” “I have total faith in you,” Rosa replied, clutching the bags to her chest. She kept a cautious step behind Melody as they drew nearer to the troll. “Sure you do” Mel mocked, noticing how her sidekick held back. “You got the walkietalkie?” “Yep, right here.” Rosa fumbled a bag before righting it and taking out a small handunit. “Turn it on and drop it back in the bag. We don’t want to talk on it, just want Hunter and the others to hear what’s going on like we promised.” Rosa did what Melody instructed, smiling as she reported, “Done.”

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“Okay, here we go.” Melody drew a deep breath and let it out in a soundless whistle. “Good luck!” “Luck?” Rosa grinned. “We don’t need no stinkin’ luck!” From out of the bag, the tinny voice of Fortrayn said, “Famous last words ...”


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Chapter Fifteen “Hi. Hello, I’m Melody.” Mel patted her chest, indicating herself. She pointed at Rosa. “That is Rosa.” Rosa waved. “Hi, Tracy, nice to meet you.” The troll’s song or wail ceased. Her head whipped around to peer at Melody, then Rosa “This is Blair. Say hi, Blair,” Melody coaxed. Her son waved wildly. “Hi, Oscar!” he shouted, clapping his hands and laughing. “By damn, the boy’s right. The troll does look like Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street.” “You keep making comments, I’m gonna turn that damn thing off.” Rosa threatened on a quiet hiss. “Your voice is upsetting the troll. She has good hearing.” She did, indeed. Tracy’s shaggy head had snapped up, her wide mouth parting in a growl as she tried to pinpoint the intruding male voice. Melody had a moment of resentment, wondering why Blair would talk to the troll and still resisted speaking to her. Putting the disturbing thought aside to ponder later, she weaved in front of the troll, trying to recapture her attention. “Hey, we’re over here, Tracy. Hello!” The female swung her head back toward Melody, seemingly fascinated with baby Blair. Snaking her head forward, she shuffled a step ... two steps ... closer to her barrier, eyes locked on the small black toddler. A chirping grunt sounded, a question raising the inflection at the end. “This is my son,” Melody crooned low and quiet. She eased the boy to the ground in front of her, keeping one hand on his shoulder. “Blair, wave hi again.”

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Her son, the flirt, waved and smiled, flashing dimples in a white-toothed grin so engaging she didn’t see how any female could resist him. The troll was not immune to the small kid magnet. She hunkered down, muddy brown eyes moving rapidly back and forth over the child’s frame, curiosity so palpable one could taste it on the air. “Rosa, get the pictures.” Melody’s sotto voce command galvanized the other woman. She set one bag down, reached into the bulging grocery sack and pulled out a sheaf of before and after advertisements. Edging carefully over to the clearly demarked circle, Rosa held up one after another of the glamour makeover records. “Hope she gets the drift of what we want to do,” she said out the side of her mouth. The pictures didn’t seem to mean anything to Tracy. She eyed them, pupils flicking from each picture, back to the women, her expression blank and growing blanker. Just when it seemed they had failed at the first, basic communication hurdle, Tracy let out a surprised snort and snatched a picture from a startled Rosa’s hand. Melody strained to see which picture had caught Tracy’s interest and almost choked on the irony of the situation. It was the one they’d included only as a joke, intending to remove it from the stack before leaving. The one of cousin “It” from the Addams Family showing his unkempt, tangled mass before Morticia cleaned him up for a date with a human woman. The second half of the picture showed “It” all spiffed up, hair cascading in a shining, gleaming lustrous fall. “Blurp?” Tracy fingered her tangled, stringy hair, head canted to the side. The startled hope in her muck-colored eyes was heart-wrenching. Melody nodded emphatically. “Yes, we can help you to look ...” She faltered and then rallied. “... sorta like that.” She exchanged a frantic glance with Rosa. What had they gotten themselves into? Swallowing hard, she gathered all her courage and stepped across the invisible line. Her hand tightened on Blair’s as she tugged him after her. The troll stiffened, looking uncertain. A low rumbling hum started in her barrel chest and Melody froze in place -- one foot literally in the air -- waiting anxiously to see what the troll’s next move might be. Far from taking an aggressive stance, the troll backed up hurriedly, as if Melody and her small child had frightened her. Stomach roiling with nerves, Melody smiled again, held out a hand low, palm up. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. Would you like to shake hands?” It seemed an incomprehensible notion to the troll, so Melody enlisted her son’s help. “Blair, shake Mommy’s hand, hon, so we can show her how it’s done.” Her heart melted with pride as her son grinned up at her, gamely shaking her hand, not showing an ounce of trepidation at being so close to a creature that had caused grown


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men to shake with fear. Feeling more at ease, she turned back to the watching female. “Okay, Tracy, your turn!” The troll chirruped and shuffled forward, her ham-fisted hand shooting out at the last minute ... not to Melody, but to Blair.

Oh, damn, I should have clarified better, Melody thought, watching in horror as Blair shot past her to grasp the troll’s outstretched hand. One moment, the toddler stood at her side, a little to the rear, the next, he was scrambling up the huge body of the troll, using her as a giant jungle-gym. The troll twisted and arched, hands patting her fur, each time a second too late to capture the wiry little tyke clinging to her shoulders or swinging from her arm. A distant howl, frantic and pain-filled rose on the air and Mel knew her mate was rushing toward them. She could just visualize how his arrival would disrupt the delicate balance. Using mind-speak, she ordered him back.

If you bust in here, howling, and scare her, we will lose the opportunity. Use your eyes, damn it. Blair is fine! She sensed, rather than saw Hunter slow down, considering the veracity of her reasoning. It helped that Blair chose that moment to throw back his head and howl with glee, an obvious call to play, not a cry for help. He was having a fine time, the naughty scamp!

Cub! Hunter’s howl was a rising cry on the clear evening air. Daddy, Blair play with Oscar! Their son obviously felt no threat from the troll. “Giddy up, Oscar!” Melody’s knees went weak, and she sat right down on the street. Everything had happened so fast, her heart and fear was just catching up with the events. It could have been a disaster. Thank god, the troll and Blair had a better understanding than the adults did. She didn’t mind using their connection. Two galloping circuits around her perimeter, later, the troll came to a huffing stop. One hand going up to steady Blair, she carefully sank to the ground, very close to Melody. Her mouth opened in a wide, loopy looking grin, she patted the baby’s arm and said, “Tam!” “Tam?” Melody echoed, not sure what she meant. “You mean your name is Tam, not Tracy?” The troll grinned wider and shook her head. She patted Blair again, and he scrambled down her shoulder and settled comfortably on her lap. Resting his head against the softlooking fur of her belly, he fisted a handful of her hair and popped his thumb in his mouth, ready for a nap after that intense playtime. Tracy’s big hands were gentle as she stroked the riot of curls on Blair’s head. She looked down at him, muddy eyes gone soft and misty. One hand made a curving motion from the top to the bottom of her belly. “Tam.”

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Melody sat up, excitement flooding her. “Baby! Tam is baby in your language!” She did the same curving motion, the universal female symbol of pregnancy. “Baby.” She pointed to her sleepy child. “Blair is my baby.” “Blr. B-by.” The troll shook her head, hard. “Mine.” A shaft of fear arced through her, and Melody came to her knees. One fist thudded against her chest. “No, Blair is mine!” The troll looked surprised. She nodded, and then shook her head slowly from side to side. “Mine.” “I don’t think she’s trying to claim him, Mel.” Rosa spoke, startling Melody. She’d forgotten the other woman’s presence “I think she’s trying to say Blair is not hers. Maybe she doesn’t have the vocabulary. She shook her head very deliberately before saying the word, mine.” Rosa pointed to Blair and then to Melody. “Blair is Melody’s tam.” Tracy made a sad little blurping noise as she nodded in agreement. The tension left Melody so fast she felt lightheaded. They’d done it! They’d created a point of communication. Now they could get to work ...

***** Melody smiled and nodded, pleased with the results of their makeshift beauty treatments for Tracy. The troll looked like a totally different creature. Gone was the matted tangle of dirty hair and fur. With the mud and grime washed away, her coloring had emerged a beautiful variegated turquoise laced with muted greens. Tilting her head to the side, Mel studied her masterpiece again. Yes, Tracy was really quite a lovely troll. Her long, green hair flowed past her shoulders to blend with the shorter denser fur that covered the entirety of her body. A little hot curler to the ends enhanced her feminine looks without being too girly. A light brush of neutral color on the lips brought out the lush curves of her mouth without appearing garish. Tracy’s sharp nails glinted with the hint of iridescent polish Andrea had painstakingly painted. The shimmering color lent a deadly beauty to her lethal claws. In the end, they’d decided against the clothes. Chase had informed them trolls didn’t wear any. They didn’t need to. Their genitals and other interesting body parts were adequately covered by their luxurious body fur.

All-in-all, not a bad job. Mel felt their plan had succeeded admirably. Smiling at Rosa, she high-fived her friend, satisfied with their work. “Rosa, we done good!” Both women watched the troll gazing slack-jawed into the mirror the men had hauled out of the trunk of the car. Every once in a while, her hands would reach out to the mirror, and then touch a corresponding spot on her own body, as if she doubted the image reflected in the glass really belonged to her.


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Watching her, a wave of peace and a feeling of accomplishment washed over Melody. Not at all conversant on the way beauty was measured in the troll society, Mel nevertheless felt confident of her and Rosa’s achievement. She was certain they’d helped Tracy to see she had something to offer even the most discriminating troll. Bridge be damned, the male that won Tracy would be one lucky son of a troll. Their adventure was almost over. Melody sighed, feeling a slight letdown as she began gathering up all the scattered cosmetic paraphernalia. Blair was asleep in a cocoon of blankets by Tracy’s feet. Andrea was over with Indigo, heads bent close together, talking girl-talk. Fort had gradually eased his way over to them once the threat of violence was superseded by Tracy’s absorption with her new looks. He now stood with his arm around Rosa’s waist, awaiting the arrival of Aricles with the male troll. Hunter and Chase were inside the Limo, probably discussing the day’s events. Concerned, Melody directed several worried glances toward the vehicle. She crossed her fingers and hoped Hunter kept his cool. Aricles’ quiet arrival with the male troll was almost anticlimactic. The Greek demi-god coalesced out of mid-air, one hand wrapped around Kerry’s arm, the other gripping a huge, snarling monster whose wide-opened mouth sported fangs large and sharp enough to fuel nightmares. Aricles let go of the troll and removed himself and Kerry out of its path by teleporting over to the Limo. Over seven feet of bristling bad attitude and muscle, the troll was covered in fur shading from golden brown to deepest chocolate. He was dripping wet and hopping mad. Apparently, the two men had decided they’d better spruce up the unsuspecting bridegroom before presenting him to his future wife. Melody scrambled back as the hulking creature snarled its anger, swinging his torso left and right in search of someone to vent his displeasure on. She tripped and fell, crying out as she felt her foot catch on a trailing cord. The troll snapped around, eyes blazing as he caught sight of easy prey. With a roar that shook the bridge, he stomped toward Melody, moving blindingly fast for such a large creature. “Melody!” Hunter yelled both mentally and verbally, rushing toward her, followed by the NHP team. Heart pounding, mouth dry, Melody knew they wouldn’t reach her in time. Thinking quickly, she rounded her hands over her belly and cried, “Tam! Tam!” The troll’s instant reaction was almost comical. She would have laughed if she hadn’t been trying so hard to breathe through her panic. Like a character in a cartoon, the gigantic monster backpedaled so hard, his feet skidded out from under him. Arms pinwheeling, he fought for balance, body oddly graceful as he twisted in an effort to avoid her trapped body.

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Melody closed her eyes; she was sure the troll would never regain control before he slammed into her. Waiting for the impact, she yelped, eyes flying open, as a beefy arm smelling of Prince Matchabelli’s Windsong snatched her up and gently set her down out of the path of the oncoming mountain. Tracy braced her feet and took the hit as the troll barreled into her. Screaming snarls and grunting curses, she beat the poor fellow over the head and shoulders, her blows fast and accurate. The troll cringed back from her, eyes wide and rolling as he took in the vision of troll loveliness before him. “Blrp?” His tentative voice gruff and soft, he stared down at the female. Nostrils flaring, he sniffed the air, sidled closer to Tracy and sniffed again, the fur at his groin no longer hiding his sex as the eye-boggling erection rose like a Doric pillar between his oak-like thighs. Melody’s jaw dropped. Hunter, having reached her side right after Tracy shifted her to safety, gently pushed it back in place with his finger under her jaw. He chuckled. “Why do I suddenly feel inadequate?” Melody choked. “Thank heaven you’re only as adequate as you are!” Ignoring them, the trolls continued to eye each other. Suddenly, the male grinned, fangs gleaming and eyes lit up with lust. “Blr-uup!” An expression Melody interpreted to mean, “Whoa, baby!” It was pathetic, really, Melody decided, shaking her head as the male postured, growled, and generally tried to appear irresistible to Tracy. He’d been doing so for the last half hour. Tracy, in contrast, acted cool, aloof and queenly in her trollsome beauty, showing off her ease with the sleeping human baby in her arms and generally letting the hapless male know he was far down the totem pole of her interests. Her strategy worked, for the troll increased his efforts to gain her attention. In Mel’s opinion, the courtship took entirely too short a time. Standing beside Rosa, forlornly waiting to say goodbye to her new friend, she swallowed the lump in her throat as Tracy came up to her and gently lowered Blair into her arms. Pointing to the baby, the troll said, “Blr.” Then she pointed at Melody. Melody touched hand to heart. “Melody. I am Melody.” A quizzing look at Rosa had her doing the same. “I’m Rosa.” “Mldy. Rossa.” Melody sucked her teeth. “That’s not fair,” she fussed sotto voce to Rosa. “Why is your name so easy for her to say?” Fort snickered, coming up behind his mate and looping his arms about her waist. “Probably because it’s close to a growl,” he suggested, demonstrating by exaggerating his pronunciation. “Rrrossaa!”


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already miss Tracy. Feeling like Professor Higgins with a job well done under her belt, Melody sighed and shifted her sleeping son to a more comfortable position on her shoulder. His treasured weight reminded her he was no longer an infant. Bittersweet sadness squeezed her heart. Her baby was growing up so fast, and she’d missed so much of his relatively short life. She’d missed a lot of life, herself, Mel realized. It was time for that to stop. No way was she going to end up as Tracy almost had ... alone and lonely, trolling for love. Hunter McCallum had promised her true, lasting love, and Melody had no intention of passing up all he had to offer. She couldn’t wait to get him home and to herself. She planned to have a lot of fun convincing him she loved him enough to accept him just as he was

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Chapter Sixteen Hunter coordinated the clean up of the bridge situation, anxious to be finished and on his way home with his lover. Fortrayn and Rosa had already left in Mel’s car, taking both children home to bed. Chase and his entourage had driven to a hotel where they would stay the night before taking a late morning flight back to Georgia. He’d correctly asked Hunter’s permission to approach Rosa and Fortrayn, and later Andrea, with his mating proposal. Hunter had given it conditionally. Before he could look to the future, the bastard needed to clean up his past. Hunter ordered him to show up at his den and apologize officially to Melody. Only then would he sanction his cousin seeking out Andrea. Thoughts of Chase’s trespass had his anger boiling up again, destroying the peace he’d just been enjoying. Deciding he needed to occupy his mind with something else, Hunter glanced over to where Melody leaned against the bridge, gazing out over the water. Just the sight of her calmed him. He wondered if seeing the million twinkling lights of the city affected her the same way it did him. He wondered what she was thinking. He wondered how soon after they got home they’d be fucking each other’s brains out ... The last of the NHP team had dispersed, leaving him to deal with the city’s HAZMAT team they’d called in as the final element in their cover-up story of a hazardous material spill on the Golden Gate Bridge. Once HAZMAT declared the area clear -- which they would, since there’d been no spill -- they would notify the city officials that the bridge could be reopened to traffic. “Mr. McCallum?” Hunter turned to the white-coated technician. “Yeah.”


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“Everything checks out. Whatever the spill was, it must have been anaerobic. The air seems to have dissipated it with no lingering effects. Air samples check clear; there’s no wind-borne pathogens present. I see no reason the bridge can’t open for business as usual.” Hunter held out his hand, reading the nametag on the lab coat. “Thanks, Andrews. I’ll be sure to inform the commissioner of the good job your team did.” “Thank you, sir.” After they shook hands, the tech offered him a clipboard. “If you’ll sign here, we can go. I might actually get home at a decent hour tonight.” Hunter looked up from scribbling his signature on the form. “Got someone waiting for you, huh?” Andrews accepted the board back, ripped off Hunter’s copy and passed it to him. “A wife, one son, and a bun in the oven,” he bragged, a proud smile stretching his lips and softening the look in his eyes. Hunter grinned at him. “Congratulations.” He stood watching the men and women pack up, suppressing his heartfelt sigh until they were all out of hearing range. Once the HAZMAT crew was on their way, Hunter sauntered toward where his motorcycle and Melody waited for him. She was perched on the seat of his Road King; her thick thighs spread suggestively, the hem of her skirt riding high as she tried to balance the large bike between her legs. Since she was too short for both feet to reach the ground, she was rocking the bike back and forth, pushing off with her toes each time the cycle came down enough for her foot to touch the highway. She hadn’t seen him yet, and Hunter’s lips parted in a hungry grin as her giggle reached his ears. Melody was having fun, but not nearly as much fun as he intended to have with her. His legs were more than long enough to balance that bike ... “Need some help?” Melody loosed a startled scream and lost control of the bike. Moving with wulf speed, Hunter grabbed the handlebar and steadied his cycle, the other hand going around Mel’s shoulders in a protective hold. He felt the thudding of her heart beating a rapid tattoo against his side. “Oh man,” she moaned, leaning her forehead on his chest, “you scared the hell out of me!” “I doubt it,” he murmured, carefully hiking his left leg over the saddle and wedging his back between the handlebars. He faced her, easily straddling the bike. Giving her a salacious grin, he began unbuttoning his shirt. “I’ve always wanted to shag a tough biker bitch on the Golden Gate Bridge.” He’d counted on her love of passionate make-believe to take over, and Melody didn’t disappoint him. Face lighting up, she dropped right into character, thrusting her generous

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breasts out and shimmying her shoulders. Since she no longer needed to hold up the bike, she was free to place her feet on the running boards, enabling her to widen the angle of her legs. “I only fuck hard, rough, big-bad-wulf bikers,” she crooned in a rough, sexy drawl. Fingering the seam of her blouse, she glanced coyly up from beneath her long lashes. “You think you’re ... hard ... enough for me; think you’re bad wulf enough to handle this hot, red morsel?” she asked, sliding one hand in a suggestive glide down past her round tummy. Hunter swallowed the saliva gathering in his mouth, felt his fangs lengthening. Buford lengthened, too, nudged at the zipper of his jeans, which suddenly felt too tight and constricting. Staying in character, he narrowed his eyes. “How dare you ask if I’m bad enough for you when you’re wearing panties?” Looping her arms around his neck, she lifted up enough for him to get his hands under her bottom. “Hey, I’m only wearing them because you haven’t had the gumption to tear them off me,” she countered, boldly staring up into his admiring eyes. Grinning at her, Hunter reached down and grabbed the elastic band at each hip, used his claws to rip through the silky material of her undies. About to toss them over his shoulder, he paused at the frantic protest she breathed. “You can’t leave my panties on the bridge, Doofus!” “Why not?” he asked her, holding the scraps out of her reach. “I thought that was the idea ... letting the whole world know I’d fucked my biker bitch right here at the tollbooth.” She squirmed on the seat, her rich scent rising and sharpening with her agitation. “They’re too big to leave lying around,” she mumbled, trying harder to snatch them from Hunter’s possession. A bark of laughter escaped him before he sobered abruptly. “I’m going to put an end to this shit, right now, Melody Ann.” Hunter balled her panties into a small wad, unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, releasing his cock. It jutted from between his thighs, thick and long, wider than her wrist, the broad plum-shaped head glistening with pre-cum. Using her torn undies, he cleaned his cock, wiping the seeping cum from his glans. Mouth firm, he flung the panties as far as he could. “There! Some wulf will find those, smell the mingled aroma of your sweet scent and my spunk and probably be jealous as hell.” His arms went around Melody, hands sweeping under her skirt to palm the generous globes of her ass. “If you’re worried about the size of your panties, don’t wear any!” He ran his palms over the smooth, warm flesh of her hips and ass, probed between her thighs, testing the wet, welcoming heat of her sex. “I happen to love what those undies cover, and the idea of having all this bounty naked and ready for me makes me want to howl.” Fitting action to words, Hunter flung his head back and sang to the wind. “Woofaaaaahhhhooooooooorrrrghh!” This is my bitch ... challenge if you dare!


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She shivered and cuddled closer. Hunter dropped his head, gazing at her in growing arousal. “Some big biker bitch you are,” he teased, wanting her back in the mood. “You still haven’t flashed me any flesh! I wanna see titties, bitch ... and lots of ’em!” Melody cupped her big breasts in her hands and flaunted them at him. “What will you give me in return for a glimpse of these mamas?” He feigned outrage. “What do you mean, what’ll I give you? You owe me! I’ve already shown you my fine cock, which is about to shrivel up from the cold!” “Ooh, the poor baby!” she cried, swooping down to cover the head with her lips. She slurped her way up his length, using tongue and teeth in the manner he’d taught her. Hunter groaned, grimacing at the burning, hot pleasure of her mouth. His balls tightened and lifted, compacted so hard he thought they’d shatter. Much as he hated to bring this to an end, he placed his hands at both sides of her head and tugged her off him. “Oh, hell baby, you keep this up, the scene will be over before we get to the good part.” She smirked. “Just trying to warm you up, hon!” “It worked,” he groused, fisting his cock forlornly. “I’m hot as hell right now.” He frowned at her. “If you don’t get those tits bare, I’m going to spank your ass.” Melody smiled at him, sniffing. “Don’t you know? Big, bad, biker bitches love barebottomed beatings!” Hunter stared at her for a full minute. Then he laughed so hard, he snorted his own spit and started choking. Laughing and coughing, he rocked back and forth so much he almost lost control of the bike. Just as he regained control, she narrowed her eyes in warning. “In case you’re really thinking about hitting me, you should remember that big, bad, biker bitches beat big, badboy-bikers back!” That set him off, again. Once he finally stopped laughing, he wiped the tears from his face with one hand while he drew a grinning Melody toward him with the other. Mother Moon, Hunter prayed silently, I love this woman! Don’t let anything ever take her away from me! Out loud, he said, “That does it, sweet bitch! You’re getting fucked!” “Bout time,” she muttered, going into his arms with trusting surrender. He made quick work of her blouse, careful not to rip it since she’d have to have some kind of covering for the long ride home. A flick of his wrists released the front catch of her bra, letting her breasts fall out into his hands. “Ah, there are my two fine girls!” Hunter bent over, taking first one and then the other tip into the hot cavern of his mouth, sucking on the stiff, thick morsels of her aroused nipples. Her hands cradled his head, urging him closer to her bounty. “Please, Hunter, suck hard on my nipples. I love your mouth on me.”

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He didn’t need much encouragement. Using teeth and tongue, he worked her flesh until she writhed under him, rubbing her full belly against the jutting bulk of his cock. Groaning himself, he slipped a hand between her thighs and pressed a finger on the little hillock of nerves so sensitive and responsive to touch. He loved hearing her moans and sighs, adored watching her big body shift and sway, as he kissed and bit and licked his way down her chest. Cramped on the bike as they were, he couldn’t reach her pussy with his mouth, so he improvised by swiping his cock in the groove of her narrow channel, dragging the thick head over the cream-slicked flesh again and again until she sobbed for release. Hunter closed his eyes, breath coming heavy, reaching for much needed control. When he opened them, he found Melody watching him, her eyes bright in the cool light of the floating moon. He couldn’t resist taking her lips. She was sweet as honey, rich as dark chocolate, her taste at once familiar and forever new. He wallowed in the tart tang found under her tongue, sipped nectar from her full bottom lip ... He would never get enough of her. “Now, Hunter! Take me now, I’m begging you ...” Melody gripped his shoulders, lifted her bottom to impale herself on his jutting cock. He helped her, tilting his hips so he slid up her channel on a smooth glide. His wulfen muscles flexing, he lifted her up and down on his hard length, burrowing deep inside her with a fierce joy, a possessive madness he couldn’t explain -- only experience. “Oh yes ... oh, yes ...!” Melody crooned, eyes dazed and unfocused, her hands restless on him. She dropped open-mouthed, pecking kisses all along his body and over his shoulders. “God, Hunter, your cock feels good inside me ... so good, so hot, so hard! Mhmm ... yeah ... give me more, lover! Don’t hold back ...” Her wild cries urged him on, and Hunter drew her bottom onto his lap and tilted his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts to reach that elusive spot designed to send her over the top. Hips surging, cock boring into her, plumbing her depths with each deep hard stroke, he gazed down in wonder at the jouncing movements of her abundant breasts, her ample belly and thighs. Built like the ancient goddess men worshiped in the dawn of time; the mother, the lifegiver, Melody was a vision of loveliness in his eyes. When they joined like this -- flesh-toflesh, intertwined like the mystic looping of the eternity symbol -- it was magic, indescribably wonderful -- it was making love. Hunter’s heart thudded as he buried his mouth in the mysterious bend where her neck met her shoulder, seeking his mark. Face hidden against her, he resorted to mind-speak to express his deepest feelings

Sweet bitch, I can never say in words how much you mean to me. You are the wind across my muzzle when I run as wulf. You are the moonlight on water that quenches thirst. The taste of your mouth is better than the hot beating heart of the buck at the end of the hunt. Stars shine in your eyes, and peace is laying my head in your lap, your hand in my fur.


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I love, love, LOVE you until there is no Hunter without Melody. My Mel, you are my song to the night, the reason I howl. You are my true-bond mate ... “Oh, Hunter, I love you, too,” she cried, tears cascading down her lovely black face. She rose up to reach his mouth, her open lips an invitation he didn’t resist. Sliding one hand down her spine, he curved her body into his, lifting and lowering her along his thick erection with jarring force. Her vaginal walls fluttered around him, clenching tight on his penis as she started to come. “That’s right, my big, beautiful biker bitch, come on my cock, rain your hot juices all over me ...” He panted, slamming his hips up at her, jamming his cock in her constricting pussy. A well-timed stinging slap to her bouncing ass cheek sent her over the top. With a scream that rent the sky, Melody came. Her vaginal walls clamped down on him, trapping him inside while the powerful muscles milked his cock, demanding he join her in a careening flight to ecstasy. His knot formed, filling Mel’s sheath to overflowing. Her heated depths scalded the head of his cock, burned along the shaft with flickers of lightning. His sperm churned in his scrotum, surged upward and outward. With a barking howl, he came, copious jets of seed shooting out to flood her drenched passage. Riding a high he’d never reached before, Hunter slammed into her one last time, rotated his hips to make sure his cock penetrated as far up her spasming channel as it could go. Another grating cry left him as he succumbed to the raging orgasm that ripped his soul apart and interwove it with Melody’s.

***** The night had grown quiet and the waning moon had drifted toward the horizon. The soothing chirrup of cicadas and the mating song of grasshoppers brought Hunter to himself. It was late. Slumped wearily against Melody, wanting nothing more than to join her in her boneless sprawl, Hunter reluctantly stirred. He had to get her home. Making sure the kickstand was down, he stood up and hefted Melody in his arms. Swinging his leg over the bike, he strode to one of the booths before gently waking his drowsing bond mate. “Mel, honey, wake up for a moment. I need you to stand on your own while I clean you up.” “Huh ...?” Her sleepy query made him smile. Sighing in contentment, she snuggled closer, flung one arm over his shoulder and laid her head in the crook of his neck. Hunter tried a sterner tone. “Melody Ann, wake up!” “Wha--?” She glanced blearily around, eyes unfocused, lids at half-mast. “Honey, help me a little ...” He held her upright as she slowly gained her balance.

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“Don’ know whassa matter with me,” she murmured, shaking her head and blinking like a baby owl. “So tired ... sleepy!” A huge yawn cracked her jaw. “Yeah, well, you’ve had a day of it, love,” He conceded, taking off his shirt and using it to wipe the dripping streams of his cum and her juices from between her thighs. “First, we had a major fight, and then you fought off a potential rape.” He propped her against the wall and watched a moment, arms outstretched, to make sure she didn’t keel over. Satisfied she’d stay upright for the short time he needed, he sprinted to the cycle and wiped down the seat, tossing the sodden shirt in the right saddlebag. Rushing back to her, he helped her slip her arms into her blouse. Keeping his voice low and soothing, he continued pointing out all she’d been through that day. “As if the fight and near rape wasn’t enough, you decided you had to befriend a troll. Damn if you didn’t do a great job, too!” He swept her up and carried her over to the bike. “I did?” She perked up for a moment. “I really pulled it off, didn’t I?” “You certainly did!” She peered up at him, smiling. “Whaddya think ’bout half-troll grandkids?” Hunter paused with one foot in the air. Carefully planting that foot, he cautiously examined her face for signs of teasing. “We haven’t had kids, yet. Or did I miss something?” “Oscar fell in love with Blair.” “Who the fuck is Oscar and what’s he doing falling in love with Blair?” Melody giggled like a drunk laughing at her own jokes. “Tracy said her name is Oscar because that’s what Blair called her.” Hunter took the time to digest her statement, and then gave a laughing sigh. “I really have to get you home.” “Are we going to do the nasty dog when we get there?” His eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. “I’m not going to touch that comment with a whip and chair,” he said, guiding her leg over the saddle. “Smells like something Fortrayn would say, but no, we are not going to make love when we get home. You’re already so sleepy you can barely keep your eyes open.” She opened her eye to their widest. “Yes, I can ... see? I am not shlee ... er, not seep ... hell, I’m sleepy!” Hunter’s low chuckle held a wealth of amusement. “Girl, you’re so high with sleep deprivation right now, if I lit a match, you’d combust.” “You mean I’m full of gas!” She laughed like a hyena at that concept. “Find that hilarious, do you?” Hunter eased his woman to a seated position. “Put your feet on the running boards, baby. Now lean back so I can get my leg over,” he ordered, one hand hovering carefully to ensure she didn’t fall off.


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“Okay, we’re going to take the ride home very easy, hon. Just lean forward and put your head on my back. No, come closer -- close enough to press your pussy against my back.” “Like this ...?” Her hot little cunt felt like a nuclear plant at the base of his spine. Hunter groaned. “Yes, just like that. Now, loop your hands in my belt ... no, in the front, so your arms are around my waist. Yes, that’s better. I don’t want you falling off.” “If I fall off, will you catch me?” He could feel her lips move against his back as she spoke. Her words vibrated in his heart as well as his ears. Hunter patted Melody’s hand, kicked the stand up, and revved the throttle. Just before he roared off the bridge, he picked up one of her hands and pressed it to his lips. “I’ll always be there to catch you, sweet bitch. Death couldn’t keep me from you.”

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Chapter Seventeen Hunter pulled the Lexus up to the curb and looped his arms over the steering wheel. Turning his head, he stared up the slope at the two-story house taking up a quarter of the secluded city block, wary and tense. It wasn’t Nob Hill, but it wasn’t too far off. Morrison had certainly moved up in the world since the days when he’d visited with the young black family. Still, Hunter wasn’t impressed. He’d never wanted to live the life of the rich and famous. Kevin, on the other hand, seemed to have paid for his present level of success by bartering the traits of loyalty and honor that had originally drawn Hunter and he together and made them friends, partners, and brothers Still studying the house, Hunter knew he could easily afford far greater than this level of opulence. If Melody ever decided she wanted something like this, he would have to give up the comfortable duplex in the ’burbs ... He sighed. Only for Mel would he contemplate living in a plastic fishbowl as ugly as the one Kevin had bought to bolster his consequence. “Is this it?” Melody touched his thigh, her hand skimming down to his knee. “Yeah, this is Morrison’s house.” “Okay.” Lowering her voice, she asked, “It’s kind of ugly, huh?” “You really think so?” “Definitely. So now, we’ve decided the house stinks -- what are we going to do? Sit out here all day?” “No.” Hunter drew in a deep breath, tried to calm the rapid beating of his heart. He drummed his fingers on the top of the steering wheel. “I guess we can go in if you’re ready.” Melody’s eyebrows rose. “If I’m ready ...? Good grief, Hunter, I’ve never seen you so nervous. I thought this was just Sunday dinner with the boss. What aren’t you telling me?”


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“You know Kevin and I used to be partners,” Hunter began. “What you don’t know is that we were very close -- so close he named me his twins’ godfather. We got this call and responded to what turned out to be an ambush. Outnumbered and trapped in an alley, the perps had Kevin down, were beating him to death. The only way to save his life was to shift and reveal what I was. I killed all the men -- had to -- they’d seen me turn, and they weren’t the kind of men to remain quiet about something like that. Besides, they were hardened killers who’d earned the electric chair years ago. “Kevin left me in that alley, facing his would-be killers. He ran off -- just stole away, hiding his family from me. I never heard from him until almost two years ago, when the city called me in to work with the department to bust a serial killer’s string of murders. They needed my help because the killer turned out to be a rogue wulf.” Melody twisted, hiking her left jean-clad leg up onto the seat, facing Hunter. “You mean that sorry sack of --” She threw a glance toward the back seat and Blair’s interested face and modified her speech. “-- doo-doo cut you off from your godchildren without a word? He didn’t even let you tell them goodbye?” The old hurt welled up, constricting his throat and choking him with sadness. “No, he didn’t. I don’t know how the twins will react when they see me. Hell, I hope they even remember me ...” Melody frowned. “How old were they when you saw them last?” “Three years old.” “Three? How old are they now?” “Eighteen. It’s been fifteen years.” His voice hitched on the last word. His hope dimmed, correctly reading the sympathetic glances Melody was giving him. “They probably won’t remember me, huh?” “They might, baby.” She didn’t sound too sure, and her tentative pats on the knee didn’t do much to bolster his dying expectations. He bit his lip. “I think I’d rather they didn’t remember me. It would be better than having them thinking I deserted them without a word.” Melody squeezed his hand. “You really loved those kids, didn’t you?” Hunter nodded. “I still do. That’s why I put up with so much of their dad’s bullshit.” A pinch and a fulminating glare reminded him about big ears and little pitchers. “Oh, shit, I forgot.” “Hunter McCallum!” He turned in his seat and faced the back, locking glances with Blair’s bright brown eyes. “Bad Daddy,” he said, slapping his lips with two fingers, “bad, bad Daddy! We don’t use that kind of language, no, no!” Blair giggled. Daddy bad!

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“Use words, Blair.” Hunter admonished sternly. “You need to start speaking out loud, buddy. No more mind-speak until you’ve mastered your first language.” Blair pouted, crossed his arms over his chest and threw his small body against the back of his car seat. Hunter fought to keep the smile off his face as he shook his finger in the truculent little face. “Listen up, cub ... you do as you’re told, not what you want. You’re not Alpha enough to give me grief right now. Show throat, or I’ll nip you.” Hunter had never spoken so harshly to Blair before and it about killed him when his adoptive son lifted astonished and hurt eyes to the only father figure he’d ever had. That bottom lip trembled and so did Hunter’s insides, but he held firm, knowing the boy was probably playing him for all he was worth. “That sad sack act is not going to win you any points, puppy,” Hunter informed Blair. “A disobedient cub is a danger to the pack and a disgrace to his or her parents.” He watched, stern-faced -- peripherally aware of Melody’s clenched hands, but calm, neutral expression -- until the toddler squeezed his eyes tight and turned his head to the side, presenting his throat. “Good boy!” Hunter praised him, rubbing his hair and patting his back and shoulders. “Daddy’s proud of you.” He shuddered, feeling the relief down to his bones that he wouldn’t have to make good on his threat to Blair. Sometimes, it happened a cub was born with exceptional nerve and an indefinable air of self-possession that rebelled against even the slightest push to control them. Such cubs were natural-born Alphas, prized among the packs. Blair was such a pup. Correct discipline was very important. Hunter didn’t want to break the spirit of a young Alpha, yet he couldn’t allow the child to run wild. Blair rubbed his head against Hunter’s caressing hand, his little tongue coming out to swab over his dad’s thick wrist. Hunter laughed and exchanged a parental glance with Melody, who had relaxed back against her seat. “Crisis over ... and thank you for your trust,” he whispered, letting their cub express apologies and respect for a little while more. “Okay, big boy, that’s enough. No licking around the humans -- they don’t know our ways. That’s why you have to talk English. No growls or howls in this place. I’ll let you know when you can go back to normal,” he promised. Melody’s smile was rueful. “Listening to you talk to our son is like stepping off into the Twilight Zone. ‘Speak English among the natives, son. Don’t let them know we’re not like them. Don’t forget to wear your mask ...’” She chuckled, shaking her head. “Too strange!” The look Hunter gave her made her smile fade. “When will you accept that we are aliens among these humans? You are more closely linked, as is Blair, but you are still different. You both are. You think you’ve faced prejudice as a black woman; wait until someone finds out you’re a Breed, part wulf.”


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Melody placed a loving hand on Hunter’s face. He rolled his cheek into her palm, pressing against her cupped hands, nuzzling closer to her precious scent. “Is that what happened to you, Hunter?” He nodded. “Then why come here? Why bother with these people?” Her expression hardened. “They’re not worth a moment of your pain or worry.” Hunter straightened up and moved back to his side of the car, but not before planting a lingering kiss on Melody’s upturned lips. “I won’t try to convince you not to be angry with Kevin, but I don’t think the rest of his family knew anything. In their eyes, I’m the one who just stopped coming over. I’m not totally sure what story Morrison spun, but for sure, he didn’t bother to make me look good.” Melody’s full lips turned down and drew thin. “See, that’s what I don’t like. I think this is so unfair to you! I don’t understand how you can tolerate this situation. I would have done something about it a long time ago.” “I wasn’t in the position to push the issue until now.” Hunter blew out a breath. Placing both hands on the wheel, he stiffened his arms and pushed his back into the seat behind him. Turning just his head, his eyes met Melody’s, and he felt himself relaxing as calm poured over him, soothing the rough edges of the jagged pain that had ridden him for years. She did that for him -- gave him peace in turmoil, ease in trouble. Hunter sighed in contentment. Melody was his heart’s home and his lodestone all in one. He could do anything with her at his side -- including face the godchildren he’d loved and lost fifteen years ago. Leaning over, he pulled her to him, hugged her big, beautiful body close to his. “I love you. Let’s get this done.” He released Mel and pulled the keys out of the ignition, opened the door and stepped out, tucking them in his back pocket. Looking over the hood for a moment, he steadied himself before opening the back door and smiling at his stepson. “Come on, buddy, let’s get you out of there.” Extracting Blair from the intricate tangles of his car seat harness was the work of a moment. Hunter prided himself he’d become used to dealing with all the attendant chores and necessities surrounding a small, inquisitive toddler, over the last few months. Blair in his arms, diaper bag over his shoulder, Hunter came around to Melody’s door and held it open, giving her his free arm as she exited the car. “Remember,” Melody said, twining her fingers in his, “stay calm and cool. You don’t want his kids to think their dad was right to ban you from seeing them.” An angry growl rumbled in his chest. Hunter’s eyes narrowed in agitation at the thought of what Kevin had done, not only to him, but also to his own children. His fingers

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gripped Mel’s with a pressure just short of dangerous. “You better keep your hands on me, then,” he advised. “Your touch is the only thing that can calm me down.” Melody stilled beside him. “Hunter, that is so touching. I love that you’re comfortable with revealing and sharing your innermost feelings with me. You make me know I’m special to you.” “Yeah, well, I wanna get laid tonight.” Melody’s jaw dropped. When she snapped her mouth shut, her full lips had thinned. “Then again,” she snarled, “just when I’m basking in the glow of a lovely sentiment, you’ll say the most gawd-awful thing!” Hunter’s loud guffaw echoed down the empty street. “I was kidding, honey.” She looked at him askance, sherry-brown eyes still slitted in agitation. “You were not.” Hunter gave her one of his best innocent little-boy grins, loving the way her eyes flashed and her lovely dark skin flushed. She looked just like she did when they were making love. “I wasn’t joking about wanting to get laid -- I always want that,” he admitted, laying his hand over his heart. “It was the timing that was the joke. I knew you would bust a gasket if I said that right then.” “Yeah? Well, you were right! Unless you’re very lucky, you won’t be getting any tonight.” Buford tightened and hardened in protest. A lump formed in his throat and sank to his stomach. “Come on, Mel, don’t be that way. I hate it when females always play the sex card when males best them. I don’t know why you took offense ... it was a damned joke.” Melody rolled her eyes and canted her head toward Blair. Hunter flexed his arm and brought the boy up to face-level. “Blair, put your hands over your ears ... Daddy’s about to cuss!” The toddler slapped both hands over his ears, bright eyes gleaming as his head bounced back and forth between Hunter and Melody. Satisfied his son had obeyed him, Hunter looked at Melody through narrowed eyes. “I’m not sleeping on any fucking couch, either,” he declared angrily. “It’s my den and my bed. And --” He pointed a finger at her open mouth. “-- before you get your mouth running, I’ll just tell you I won’t tolerate you sleeping anywhere but in my bed with me. If you’re ever angry enough to deny me, I won’t take you by force, but you can lay your ass in the bed beside me and fume. That’s what mated pairs do. There’s none of that sleeping apart and then growling at the partner who’s casting hungry looks in other directions. If you feed me at home, I won’t have to roam!” “Humph!” Melody turned her nose up at his warning. “If you roam, you better not come home! I’ll cut Buford off and have him stuffed. That’s my cock, and if I ever catch you putting it in anyone else’s hole, I’ll make Lorena Bobbitt look like Olive Oyl!”


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They walked up the driveway in silence. Halfway to the door, Melody glanced up at Hunter. “By the way, hon ... I was joking.” He sputtered. “What?” “Oh, not about lopping Buford off and stuffing it, if you ever tom-cat on me.” Her smile made Hunter shiver. “The joke was about you not getting any tonight.” Grinning, Melody licked her lips and touched her finger to her tongue. Writing on the air, she marked four picket sticks and then crossed them with a diagonal. “You know I got you!” This time, Hunter’s jaw dropped. He smiled in admiration. “You are one sneaky bitch!” “And you love me.” Hunter snagged her about the waist and drew her close. “With all my heart, sweet bitch.” “And I love you, Hunter. Blair and I love you and need you. Remember that if everything falls apart today.” “You’re my center, babe. I’ll remember that.” He recaptured her hand in his free one. Using the excuse of full hands, Hunter nudged Melody to press the doorbell, not wanting her to see how badly his hands were shaking. The door opened. A young Hispanic girl stared up at Hunter, a question in her eyes. “May I help you?” “Hunter McCallum, Melody Spenser and son. We’re expected.” The girl’s expression cleared. “Oh, yes, Mr. McCallum. Commissioner Morrison is expecting you. Please come this way.” She stood back to allow them entry into the house. Melody and Hunter exchanged a look. Where were the Morrisons to greet them? Where were the children? A growing sense of unease filled Hunter. He no longer trusted Kevin, not where personal matters were involved. “Where is Mr. Morrison? Or Mrs. Morrison?” The maid didn’t turn around when she addressed Hunter’s question. “Commissioner Morrison is in his library. That is where he instructed me to lead you.” She led them down a long corridor wallpapered in classic broad, maroon stripes. The wainscoting was mahogany, the grain boasting a deep, rich patina that screamed expensive. The last door on the left proved to be the library. Tapping once, the petite woman turned the handle and cracked the door open. “Mr. McCallum has arrived, sir.” “Show him in, Grace.” The little maid opened the door wider, one hand beckoning them into the room. She silently slipped out the door, easing it into the jamb with a minimum of noise. Kevin stood behind his desk, shuffling some papers. “McCallum, I was hoping you’d have the sense not to come. I should have known better.”

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Hunter stiffened. Lifting his head, he sniffed, scenting the area for any sign of the children’s or Alison’s presence. A faint whiff floated about, but he could tell they hadn’t been in this house for at least two days. The day Kevin had made the agreement with him ... “You never planned to keep your word, did you, Kevin?” he asked, voice sounding remote in his own ears. “Where are Kevin, Jr. and Danielle? Where’s Alison? What did you tell them -- or did you tell them anything, at all?” Kevin looked up. His eyes shied away from a true meeting of glances. “I told them I had an unstable associate coming to the house, and while he wasn’t a criminal, his behaviors were unpredictable and possibly dangerous.” Hunter nodded. It was pretty much as he had suspected. “You think you’re so smart, that you took everything into account, but you didn’t, Kev.” “What are you talking about, McCallum?” Hunter listened to the purring motor of the car pulling up into the driveway, heard the slamming of doors and the low susurration of quiet conversation. “I sat outside for a long while, trying to gather the nerve to come in here, to face the children I’d vowed to protect and help throughout their lives. I was afraid, Kevin. Afraid of the lies you might have told them -- afraid to see rejection in their eyes. I’m late ... way past the time I was supposed to arrive.” The front door opened down the hall. Kevin, with his human hearing, heard nothing. “You’re late on all fronts, McCallum. I don’t want you here. You knew that when you forced me to concede to your blackmail.” Hunter smiled, ears attuned to the sound of feet coming down the hallway. “Is that what you’re calling it? Labeling our agreement as blackmail to get you off the hook of actually living up to your word?” “Isn’t that what it was?” Kevin spread his hands. Lowering his voice, he growled, “‘Do what I want or I’ll leave you to deal with the troll on the Golden Gate Bridge.’ Isn’t that what you said?” He shrugged. Hunter frowned and shifted Blair on his arm. “So I did what the job demanded,” Morrison said. “I got you to take care of the problem. The department is grateful. There’ll be a big bonus for you come payday, but that doesn’t mean I have to socialize with you in my home.” “That is more than enough!” Intent on tracking the footsteps beyond the door, Hunter had failed to take into account Melody’s growing ire. Whew, his mate was angry! The burnt rubber smell flowed off her skin in waves so hot and acrid they seared his nostrils. Just as the door to the Morrison’s library was opening, Melody looked at her son and snapped, “Blair, put your hands over your ears ... Mommy’s about to cuss!”


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Chapter Eighteen “Kevin Morrison, you’re a low-down, yellow-bellied, snake crawling, slime-slicking, lying-assed mother-fucker! It’s too bad you look like a Ron Glass wannabe. I always liked his looks.” “Melody ... watch your language! Even with his ears covered, Blair couldn’t miss that!” “Who the hell are you?” Kevin sputtered. “Hunt ...? Hunter McCallum ...?” Silence fell as Melody whipped around to confront the newcomer who’d called Hunter’s name. “Hello, Ali-oop. Yes, it’s me, Hunt.” “Ahuh ...!” Her mouth open in disbelief, the woman -- Alison Morrison -- shook her head slowly from side to side. This, Melody suddenly knew, was the woman who’d turned Hunter on to black women. Blessed with a matte chocolate complexion, the woman didn’t have a blemish or spot on her lovely skin. Alison’s svelte figure was draped in a slim-fitting peach shirtdress that brought out the undertones of rosy peach in her skin. Dots of gold in her ears and a matching subdued necklace dressed it up without overdoing it -- classic chic from her closecropped silky curls to her Prada-shod feet. Sounding frantic, Morrison asked, “Alison, what are you doing here? I told you to take the kids shopping.” His wife ignored him, her full attention on the man she hadn’t seen in years. She walked toward Hunter as if drawn by a magnet, slowly, still not believing. “My god, it’s been ... a long time.” “Fifteen years.” Hunter’s voice sounded gruff, gravel-scraped-across-the-road gruff.

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Melody’s heart ached for him, knowing his emotions were just as abraded. Her anger at how these people had hurt her man -- were still hurting him -- flared even higher. Alison had reached Hunter and her eyes tracked up and down, cataloguing, looking for changes. She noted the toddler in his arms. “Who is this cute little boy?” Hunter cleared his throat. “This is Blair, my ... stepson.” He glanced down at the baby, who’d tucked his head against his shoulder and popped his thumb in his mouth, obviously responding to the tensions flooding the room. “Blair,” he asked gently, “can you say ‘hi’ to the lady?” Blair shook his head, not dislodging his thumb. His free hand crept up, patted Hunter’s cheek, and then dropped to the strong curve of his neck. “Blair, you’re being rude,” Hunter chivvied him. “Come on, son, say hello.” Melody had a clear view of her son’s face so his actions didn’t surprise her. She watched as Blair straightened in his father’s arms, letting his thumb fall from his mouth. Baring his tiny teeth, he growled in the woman’s face -- a full-rumbling threat that clearly said, “Don’t mess with me!” “Blair! What did Daddy tell you about being nice?” Blair immediately laid his head down on Hunter’s shoulder, his neck exposed and vulnerable. He popped his thumb back in his mouth, prepared to watch through solemn eyes as events unfolded around him. Smiling, Mel nodded her head and snuck a wink at her son, letting Blair know she agreed with his actions. Damned if she didn’t feel like growling, herself. “I apologize for Blair,” Hunter was saying. “He’s not usually like this.” “Don’t apologize for our son, Hunter,” Melody ordered, voice hard, her anger spilling over into her words. “He’s no hypocrite, and he doesn’t want to make nice with people who have hurt his new daddy. I don’t blame him one bit.” Alison held out her hand to Melody. “I’m sorry. You must be Hunter’s wife. I didn’t catch your name ...?” Melody ignored her outstretched hand. Her lips widened in an expression no one would call friendly. “I didn’t give it. I know yours, though. You’re Mrs. Joe Asshole.” Alison gasped. Melody felt Hunter bristle beside her and almost felt guilty for the way she was behaving. She thought better of it, though. Damn it, these people had ripped her mate’s heart

out and trampled it a few times before kicking it to the curb. Was she supposed to lick their shoes and pretend she liked them? Well, that was bogus ... no way, no how! “Tell me something, Alison ... did your husband ever explain why Hunter stopped coming around?” Melody glared at Kevin, who had come around the desk to take his wife’s hand. He was trying to hustle her out of the room, probably because he didn’t want her to hear what Mel had to say.


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“Melody,” Hunter warned, “that’s enough ...” “It’s not near enough, Hunter.” She turned back to Alison, talking fast. “I mean, did he tell you how Hunter saved his life only to watch him jump in their squad car and drive off -leaving him to fight off three more criminals by himself? Inquiring minds want to know ...” Alison’s face went pasty gray. She turned her head, and stared at her husband. “Kevin, what is she talking about?” “And why does it sound like she’s telling the truth?” Melody tacked on before Morrison could answer. He glared at her. “Nothing, Alison. Ignore her. She’s a crude woman who has no manners or couth.” Melody crossed her arms and waited, knowing Hunter’s reaction wasn’t far behind. He’d never let some no-account man talk about her like that. The menacing growl that rumbled through the room was as different from Blair’s as night to day. The toddler snapped upright, eyes frightened. It was telling to Melody, if not the other adults in the room, that the boy clung to his dad instead of seeking to flee from him. “Kevin, in all the years we’ve interacted, I’ve never disrespected Alison. No matter what went on between us, I’ve kept your wife out of it. I’ll be damned if I let you insult Melody. Apologize, or the police force will be looking for a new commissioner while you recuperate.” “I don’t want his apology, Hunter,” Melody said, still focusing on Alison. “I want her to answer my questions. What did your husband tell you?” Looking shell-shocked and dazed, Alison stared at her husband. “Is Hunter the unbalanced associate you were trying to shield us from?” Her lips tightened when he didn’t answer. “Is he?” Kevin Morrison drew back his shoulders. “Yes, he is. I didn’t want him seeing the children. It was in their best interests.” “The only one whose interest has been served is yours, Kevin,” Hunter said quietly. Alison raised confused eyes to Hunter. “He said you’d gotten promoted after the big bust, that you were moving up and didn’t want anything to do with us anymore. I was sure you’d come around. After all, we were good friends. You were like a brother to Kevin, and I knew you loved the twins. The children cried for months for their uncle Hunt.” Her chin wobbled, eyes grew wet. “They were inconsolable. You can imagine how easy it was for me to hate you ... But if all that was untrue ...” She turned an accusing glance at her cowering husband. “... if I’ve been lied to, then so have the twins. How could you deprive them of a loving relationship, and -- if what Melody says is true -- deprive Hunter of the same?”

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“You don’t understand, Alison,” Kevin began, flustered at the signs of anger in her face, her voice. “I’ve been guarding you from him. He’s not who or what you think ... he’s not human!” “Well, neither are you!” Melody pointed out, getting in Morrison’s face. “What you’ve done to Hunter is inhumanly cruel. You knew how he loved your kids, but that didn’t stop you from ripping them out of his life. His only crime was being different from you ... better than you.” Melody sneered, glaring down her nose as if she smelled something foul. “I bet you were jealous. Hunter was faster, better, smarter, on the track toward advancement while you could barely keep up. Then the kids came along and they loved Hunter, too. Let’s not forget Alison. Did she like Hunter a little too much for your liking?” Melody nodded. “I bet she did ... or at least, you thought so. Then along comes the perfect excuse. You find out Hunter’s different. You convinced yourself his differences were what gave him his edge, not his dedication to duty or his honorable service. No, he’s an animal. He’s not human. That was your chance to break things off, get out from under his shadow without people thinking you just couldn’t cut it. You threw Hunter to the wolves to salvage your self-esteem.” Alison stared at Melody, her clear black eyes holding an elusive expression. “You hit Kevin’s probable reactions right on the nose. Whatever your profession, you should have been a psychologist.” “I was a preacher’s wife.” “Same thing, isn’t it?” Alison smiled. Melody relaxed, smiling back. Pity the woman was married to the jerk of the century. They could have been friends. “Hunter has been searching for your children and you for years. Losing those kids broke his heart.” Melody swiped at the tears running down her face, angry all over again at not being able to control her tears in front of the enemy, but she hurt so for Hunter. Going to him, she laid a hand on his arm and the other brushed the side of Blair’s face. The toddler was awake, eyes wide and fearful. Hunter and she didn’t make a habit of arguing around him. This screaming match, their raised voices weren’t good for his nerves. “Let’s go home, honey. I’ve acted atrociously, and for that, I apologize to you, not to them. You deserve a fiancée who remains ladylike even in the worst situations. Maybe you’ll get one in the next life, because I don’t see me changing anytime soon.” Hunter didn’t look at either Kevin or Alison. “I wouldn’t want you to change. I love you just the way you are ... willing to fight for me if you think it necessary. Thank you.” Arm-in-arm, they headed for the door. As they passed the Morrisons, Melody paused. “Alison, it was nice to meet you. I wish it could have been under better circumstances.” She turned to Kevin. “As for you, Kevin ... You’re a sad, sorry specimen of sub-species human.


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Chapter Nineteen Hunter put the car away while Melody took Blair next door to Rosa. She handed the toddler over, along with his diaper bag. “He’s ready for a nap I think. Soon as he finishes a late lunch, which we were supposed to have and didn’t.” Rosa’s face fell. “Went badly, did it?” Melody sighed. “As bad as it could get. I didn’t help any. Girl, I went off the deep end - told the man someone should have kicked the shit out of him while he still had an asshole.” Rosa gasped, and then laughed. “No, you didn’t!” Melody nodded glumly. “Yes I did. Then I went on to say he didn’t have an asshole anymore because he was one. It went downhill from there.” “Yikes, Mel, that sounds horrible.” “It was worse than horrible. That Morrison moron called Hunter all kinds of names, practically accused him of devouring babies, verbally cut his heart out. My poor baby just stood there, hurting. I swear to god, I couldn’t stand it, Rosa, I really couldn’t.” “I would probably have done the same thing,” Rosa admitted. “If someone bashed Fortrayn like that, I’d be ready to fight.” Melody smiled. “You don’t know how badly I wanted to hit that bastard.” “You mean you didn’t?” “Naw, Hunter hauled me outta there before I could punch his lights out.” Rose glanced toward the other garage. Melody turned too, saw Hunter had put his favorite baby to bed and was heading toward their front door. “I feel so sorry for Uncle Hunter. I know how much he was looking forward to seeing those twins again.”


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“Well,” Melody drawled, “you don’t have to feel too sorry. I’m about to lighten his load ... if you know what I mean!” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Get out! Now ...?” “Right now,” Mel said, grinning. “You have the baby and I’m going to shut off the phones -- including Hunter’s cell phone. Let Morrison answer his own paranormal calls for a couple of days.” “Finally!” Rosa waved her hands in the air. “Godchildren!” Melody couldn’t help laughing with her. “Idiot ... but speaking of finally ... how’s Andrea doing now that Chase has returned to Georgia?” Rosa sobered. “She’s moping a bit over all the excitement leaving with him. For a moment, she was the center of attention, and what teenage girl doesn’t crave that?” “Huh! What adult woman doesn’t?” “True,” Rosa agreed. “Anyway, he came over before he left and talked with her and Fortrayn. Fort says he pretty much showed throat to Andi, begged her forgiveness again and practically groveled at her feet.” “Serves him right, the dog!” “Oh, I agree with you. Once Fort convinced her that course would be the safest for all of us, she did decide to accept his claim and let him bite her.” Rosa paused and pursed her lips, trying not to laugh. The result was a blend of a cough and a bark. “You know how the mark is set, right?” Melody’s face heated. “It has to be dabbed with the wulf’s semen to set it.” “Right,” Rosa said, grinning. “Since Andrea is too young to legally have anything to do with him sexually, Chase ended up masturbating in a cup. Only thing was, whenever he left Andrea’s side, any desire he felt faded. Away from her, he couldn’t get it up, let alone keep it up. You should have heard the way Fort told it. That thing was the funniest story I’ve heard in a while.” The sound of the other woman’s merriment was contagious, and Melody laughed right along with her. “You know, Rosa, I can almost feel sorry for poor Chase. For a proud wulf, he’s had to tolerate some mighty aggravating actions on our part.” Rosa sniffed. “Humph, maybe so, but I think he deserved everything he got.” “I won’t argue that,” Mel said, still chuckling. “So, how did he finally resolve the problem? He did resolve it, didn’t he?” “Andrea did. She got tired of waiting and huffed, ‘Men! They can’t do anything for themselves!’ She went to her room and came back with a picture of herself, drenched in her scent, and slapped it in Chase’s hand. The picture and scent did the trick, because Chase came back less than two minutes later with the needed ingredient.”

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Melody hooted with laughter. “Oh heavens, wait until I share this with Hunter! He’s gonna scream with laughter. Chase will never live this down.” Rosa snorted. “Andrea intends to make sure of that!” “You know what puts the icing on that particular cake?” Mel asked tongue-in-cheek, wiping away tears of laughter. Rosa gave her an inquisitive look. “No, what?” “As true-bond mates, Chase is going to find it very difficult to uh ... work up ... the desire to have sex with any other female. If and when he does, though, Andrea is going to know about it.” Rosa’s eyes widened. “Ho! I know my daughter and I can safely say his balls won’t be worth the string she cuts them off with if he cats around on her. Four years is a long time to be celibate, but he better resign himself to that state right now.” On that note, Melody exchanged a smiling goodbye with Rosa and set off across the yard toward home. Halfway there, she stopped and stared, startled to find Hunter waiting for her. “Oh, honey, I thought you had gone inside. I wouldn’t have stayed talking to Rosa so long if I’d known you were waiting for me.” Hunter smiled down at her. “I never mind waiting for you, babe.” He heaved a pensive sigh. “The truth is I didn’t feel like going inside without you.” She held her hand out and Hunter took it and entwined his larger fingers with hers. They stepped up on the porch and Melody turned to Hunter, halting him with a hand to his chest. “Will you do something for me?” “Anything. You know that.” Still holding one hand, Melody went down on her knees. “Will you marry me?” Hunter’s smile took up half his face. “Bitch, are you trying to steal my lines?” She smiled back up at him. “No. Besides, remember you already proposed to me that first night at the restaurant, when you showed me your driver’s license.” “That’s right, I did,” Hunter said. He cast a quick glance up and down the street, and then gazed down at Melody, a frown gathering between his heavy brows. “Get up, Mel. You shouldn’t be down on your knees out here. No telling what’s on the ground.” Melody shook her head. “I’m not getting up until I’m finished saying what I have to say.” “Okay, get it said, then ...” “My darling, will you marry me in a human church before all my friends and family?” Hunter blanched, but nodded. She patted his hand. “Don’t worry, there’s not that many -- only my late husband’s congregation. They’re a small group of lovely people who helped me all they could when Gerald stole Blair.”


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“Whew, that’s a relief!” Mel watched Hunter realize what he’d just said. She stifled a grin when he rushed into speech, and dug himself a deeper hole. “Not that I wouldn’t be glad to do it in front of a crowd, but the idea of all those people, people I don’t know, who’ll be judging my right to a place in your life ...” His words petered down and out. His eyes grew round. Melody squeezed his hand. “Sound familiar ...?” “Too familiar. Damn, Melody, I’m sorry.” He lifted her to her feet, bent down and brushed the grit off her knees. “You’ve been saying the same thing all along. I simply didn’t hear you. Wanting to be with me was never in question, was it?” “Never.” “You’re just shy.” He gave that gruff, barking laugh she loved. “About as shy as I am.” Melody gazed up into Hunter’s hazel eyes, hoping he could see the love spilling out of hers. Throat growing thick with the emotions welling inside, she took both his hands in hers and kissed the backs of each. “Hunter, I have to say this just once. Please don’t interrupt me or try to argue with me, okay?” He nodded. “Okay.” “I grew up thinking I was ugly because that’s what everybody in the foster care system told me. They told me I was fat and ugly. When I was thirteen, Gerald raped me and told me I should be grateful because no man would ever want me, ugly and fat as I was.” Mel stopped, looked up. “I should have said, no growling, either.” “Sorry,” Hunter grumbled. “Will you at least let me hold you?” “I’d like that.” Mel sighed as his arms came about her. “I don’t have the healthiest self-esteem, and the last thing I’d volunteer for is flaunting my naked insecurities before thousands of perfect physical specimens -- as many as I’ve seen, anyhow -- of wulfdom. Hunter, I love you. I finally figured out that I love every aspect of you. Guess what else I realized?” Hunter’s arms tightened about her. “I don’t know. Tell me.” She laughed. “I figured out you’re not human. You don’t see me like every other human does. It only makes sense for me not to see you the same way, either.” Melody stroked his back. “Your wulf form is beautiful -- strong and majestic. I want you to fuck me when you are at your best. I want you to give me children, give us both children, because you are a wonderful person and you deserve to live on in the form of progeny.” “Oh, Mother Moon, Melody ... you mean this!” “Every single word, lover, for all time”

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Hunter placed his hand under her chin and lifted her face to his. “Thirty years ago, my father tried to force me into a bonded marriage, but I knew you were out there -- the Breed or wulf bitch that was my perfect mate.” “Oh, Hunter ...” Melody wept at the beauty of his words, her heart overflowing with love. “So I left the pack for the right to keep searching for you. I’m so glad I didn’t stop looking. I’m so glad you were on that corner that one particular night in October. Melody, the worst day we’ve had since we’ve been together is better than all the long, lonely ones I lived through, before you. Every beat of my heart, every throb of my pulse urges me to mate you, to take you and make you completely mine.” “Then do it, because that’s what I want, too, Hunter -- to be completely yours.” “I had to give you the time, all the time you needed. Wulves mate for life. I couldn’t bear to have you come to resent me some day, to think I’d pushed or rushed you into this decision.” “Well, you certainly can’t be blamed with that!” Melody pointed out tartly. Hunter’s grin lit up his face. No, that was the light pouring from his incandescent eyes. “Now that you have come to that decision ...” He went down on one knee. “Melody, mine, will you do me the greatest honor known to wulf and become my only love, allow me to seal our true-bond mating?” “Yes, Hunter, I will.” “Wait!” He cautioned. “Consider well ... I am the Prime-in-waiting. I will one day rule the Western-American Pack and become the Pack Prime. As my mate, you will rule by my side as the Pack Prima. The responsibilities will be great.” Melody tried to draw Hunter up off his knees. “I’ve never wanted to rule anything but my own life. However, if the alternative is living without you, not having you in my life, then I promise to become the best Pack Prima your people have ever had!” With a glad cry, Hunter swung Melody up in his arms. “Wait! Put me down!” Melody smoothed her dress and hair. “Not yet.” Hunter groaned. Melody laughed. “It won’t take that long, I promise. You just wait right here on the porch, give me a few minutes to get some things ready. I’ve been planning this special occasion for some time, now. Oh, and don’t do like I did that first night ...” Hunter’s brows twitched together. “What was that?” “You don’t remember? I got scared and started to leave.” “You don’t have to worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

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“You can come in now, Hunter!” Melody’s voice reached him through the closed door. Cock already hard and leaking, Hunter eased the front door open and stepped inside, his nostrils immediately assailed by the delicious scent of herbal candles mingled with the heady aroma of his aroused bitch. Besides the candles, all the lights were dimmed and the curtains drawn. “Are we playing hide-andgo-seek?” “I’m through hiding. You know where to find me. Come in your natural form!” Hunter stood still, heart pounding at the promise in her words. Much as he loved Melody and usually could find contentment fucking her in his other two forms, he was wulf. To deny that form was to deny his true self. He closed his eyes in spine-loosening thanksgiving that the love of his life was ready now to accept him as he was. Standing by the couch, Hunter unbuttoned his shirt. “When I come to you, I better find you on your hands and knees,” he ordered, knowing Melody loved when he became forceful. Next, he stepped out of his loafers and tugged off his socks, stuffing them inside his discarded shoes. “Did I mention you’re to be totally naked?” Still no answer from Mel, but he wasn’t worried. He could feel her excitement rising, sniff it on the air. Her pussy had creamed with that last statement. His pants were next. He unsnapped the top closure, belly muscles fluttering with growing anticipation. Old Buford was leaking like a sieve, wetting the material of his jeans. His balls ached, hanging low and heavy with seed. Buford would have to wait. He was hungry for his bitch, and intended to make a meal of her juicy, hot pussy. “On second thought, I think I’ll have you propped against the headboard, on your back, your knees up and legs spread wide. I’m a big, bad wulf, and when I finish with that little hood, it is going to be fire engine red!” His superior hearing caught the muffled whimper she made.

Oh, this is so much fun! Teasing and stalking his mate engendered the same excitement and feral emotions as the beginning of a good hunt. This could become addictive. He pushed his pants to the floor, along with the snug boxers Melody had bought for him to wear to the Morrisons, and stepped out of them. “You know, Mel, it occurs to me that I am an addict. I’m addicted to you. I need you in my life like a junky needs his next fix. You’re in my heart, sweet bitch. When we finish tonight, you’ll be a part of my,” he morphed, soul!

Ready or not, we’re both gonna cum! Hunter padded down the hallway, his huge, lithe body moving with the stark economy of a creature accustomed to stealth and speed. Alpha of all he surveyed, he pranced down the quiet corridor, ears up and forward, tail high and proud.

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In his natural form, he was the ultimate predator, but this time, his prey was love. He kept his pace slow and even, sure of his destination and of the fulfillment waiting at journey’s end. Tongue lolling, Hunter breathed in deep, tasting the familiar air of his den -gathering memories as he made his way to Melody. There was the faint, dying scent of Fortrayn, now overlaid by the sharp, newer smells of Blair. Andrea’s tangy teenaged perfume wafted here and there, stronger in the library and in Blair’s -- once Fortrayn’s -- room. Even Rosa’s spicy scent intermingled with the others, a welcomed, treasured note of sweetness in the mixture of odors that made up his den ... his home. Riding above them all, more precious to him than gold, beckoned the tantalizing aromatic blend that belonged only to Melody. Tart, spicy, tangy, and sweet, she burned on his tongue and in his nostrils; her siren scent called to him, beckoned him to her ... Stricken by a sadly sweet regret, Hunter realized he would soon have to leave this den. The man in him lamented the small place that had been home for almost thirty years. The wulf cared for nothing but his pack ... and his pack was outgrowing this place. Today, he would fill his mate’s womb with life; he’d seed their future in her belly. Soon, if they were blessed, there would be puppies gamboling here.

Melody. Seed. Puppies. The wulf understood such things, worshiped such things ... Hunter whined low in his throat, his cock sliding partway out of its sheath, moisture dripping from the head. One back leg spasmed as the slick wedged tip rubbed against his sparse belly fur. He knew, before he reached it, that she wasn’t in their room. Her fragrant aroma wafted to him from ... the dining room. Four legs flashing, he picked up speed, no longer graceful as his clawed paws scrabbled on the ungiving tile, finally skidding to a stunned halt in the middle of the doorway. Panting, tail wagging so hard his entire body swayed with the movement, Hunter stared at his mate. She was perched on top of the dining table, naked -- fully, gloriously naked. Heavy breasts topped with jutting, thick nipples -- black morsels that would roll with meaty weight on his tongue -- met his slavering gaze. His eyes flashed to her face, wary of her response now that he confronted her in his natural form. Resting back on her arms, mouth filled with a bright red apple held between her teeth, Melody had draped her legs wide over the edges of the table, exposing the drenched, hot pink flesh of her pussy. Drooling, Hunter panted. Nestled between the dark cocoa folds of her vaginal lips, pulsing with the beat of her pulse, the sweet, wet meat looked good enough to eat. Only this was a meal he could devour more than once. Eyes and nose locked to the riveting sight, Hunter inched forward, whining, anxious to bury his muzzle in the beckoning banquet.


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Flanks quivering, ears drawn back, eyes rolling up to keep her hands in view, Hunter slowly stretched just his head toward her fragrant center, tongue flicking out quickly to swipe along the parted lips. Her taste exploded on his senses. Her strangled cry battered the joy from him. Flinching back, tail tucked in chagrin, he scrambled away from paradise.

Melody? Screaming with frustration, Melody snatched the apple out of her mouth and threw it at him. “Hunter, you fool, bring your tongue back over here! That wasn’t a protest, you idiot!” His ears slowly raised, tail twitched in a half salute. Are you sure? Staring into his eyes, Melody smiled at him. “Hunter, I’m spilling your cream on the table. Don’t you find that wasteful?” By reminding him of the words he’d said to her on their first date, she let him know she wanted him.

I love you. “Then love me completely. I’m ready for you.” She reached one hand down and parted her swollen lips, offered her body’s open portal to him. A huge sigh shook his massive body. Feeling more confident, he returned to her pussy, licking and nibbling on her fat clit. Pushing his muzzle deep in her channel, he slipped his tongue in and out of her tight sex. His sharp fangs scraped the flesh of her thighs, a threat and a promise of the sensual biting he would soon be doing. Melody squirmed under his tonguing, breath coming short and choppy. “Mmmm ... oh yeah ...” She ran her hands through the fur on his head, pressed his snout hard into the cradle of her thighs. For a moment, he was tempted to morph into one of his other forms, wanting the aid of hands to hold her open. He couldn’t. This sealing must take place while he wore fur.

Lay back, sweetness, so you can spread your legs wide for me. Keep them open ... She scooted back and lay down, hooking her knees over the sides of the table. Palming her breasts, while she waited for him, Mel tugged on the tight little nubs of her nipples. The helpless mewling coming from her mouth made the seed churn in his balls. With a claiming growl, Hunter rose up on his hind legs and placed a possessive paw on her belly. Lowering his head to her dripping cunt, he lapped the spilling moisture from between her thighs and off the table, constantly returning to stab his tongue deep into her small opening.

Sweet ... oh Melody, you taste so sweet and creamy ... so sweet I can’t wait any longer to join with you. “Yes, Hunter! I want you now, right now!” With a last rough swipe across her clit, Hunter backed away from Melody.

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On your feet, baby, and bend chest down, over the table. He trotted into the living room and came back with a couch pillow clenched between his teeth. She looked startled. “What’s that for?”

For your head. I want you to be comfortable. When I knot in you this time, it’ll take fifteen to twenty minutes to ejaculate all my sperm. You won’t be going anywhere, and that table can get pretty hard. “You won’t be going anywhere, either.”

No, but I’ll be lying on my big, pretty cushion. This cushion is for my cushion! Melody stuck her tongue out at him. “Doggy laughter isn’t any more acceptable because I’m hearing it in my head instead of my ears, you know.”

Baby, I’m about to fuck you so hard and well you won’t hear anything but our howls and screams of ecstasy. Melody turned and draped her body across the end of the table. Glancing over her shoulder, she swallowed. “Keep talking to me, okay?” Hunter licked up the crease of her ass, giving a doggy chuckle when the full flesh jiggled with a nervous twitch. I’ll talk ... but I guarantee you’re going to be more interested

in what our bodies are saying ... Melody adjusted the pillow under her head. “Where do you want my arms?”

Place them beside your head. Spread your legs some more and let me get my hind legs between your thighs ... Standing upright, Hunter draped his upper body over Melody’s back, letting his heavy weight hold her in place. His forelegs bracketed her waist, not yet clasping the abundant flesh for leverage. He rubbed his groin up and down the crack of her behind. “Oh my god, Hunter, I can feel how huge your cock is!”

Take it easy. It’s not as big as it is when I’m in mid-form. “And it’s shaped differently.”

In this form, my head is wedge-shaped. And at the angle I’m entering, it’s going to shoot straight up your pussy and tickle your G-spot. Pairing words with action, Hunter drew back and aimed, stabbed his cock toward Melody’s small opening, and slid in and up until he thudded against her cervix. “Aagh!” Melody’s head came up off the table as her back arched. “What the hell was that?”

Me! You like? Melody groaned and lifted her hips back toward his furred belly. “Hell, yeah! Give me some more!”


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Hunter pulled out and slammed back in, hips setting up a strong, brisk rhythm that soon had his bitch screaming beneath him. “Oh damn ... oh shit ... damn it, Hunter, fuck me! Fuck the hell out of me!”

It’s not just fucking, Melody. I’m giving you the emotions, too ... loving you. We talked about that remember ... Love me back. Squeeze my cock with your pussy and hold me tight. She writhed so frantically, Hunter placed his paws on her waist to subdue her gyrations. A feral snarl followed by a long, low whine vibrated the air. Blood up and lust flaring high, Hunter pounded into her tight pussy. His cock was on fire, burned by the heated friction of her constricting vaginal walls. Throwing back his head, he howled in triumph, howled again for the sheer joy of being surrounded by her hot, wet center, clasped and held deep in her scalding core. Beneath him, Melody whimpered, lower body still trying to lift to him. His nose told him she’d climaxed and he hadn’t noticed, caught up in the wild, untamed glory of fucking her luscious pussy while in fur form. He didn’t slow the speed of his thrusts. Flanks heaving, he increased the power and angle of his entry, feeling the beginning swell that signified his knot forming.

Baby, we’re almost there ... Every inch of her skin felt on fire. Every nerve ending twitched and flinched as Hunter pounded and pounded into her swollen depths. His cock felt huge and hot and so hard he was like a heated iron pole plunging to her womb on each powerfully relentless stroke. She’d come so long and hard, she felt drained and weary. Floating, she made herself a note to remember to kick Rosa’s ass. That selfish bitch hadn’t told her how splendiferously spectacular the loving felt in this form. Dear lord, but that wedge-shaped cock hit all the

right spots! Hunter continued fucking her vigorously, and impossibly, her body rallied. Renewed passion flickered along her body, igniting the flames once more ... “Ah, Hunter, you fuck me so good, so long and hard ...”

I want to fuck you forever ... I don’t want this to end, but ... His strokes faltered, slowed. “I know ... I feel your knot forming.” Melody gave a little sexy groan as her already stretched channel strained to contain the growing intrusion and she sighed, glad his upper body held her down, stopped her from bucking him off. With a growl, Hunter’s knot swelled to immense size, blocking the entrance of her sex as his sperm jetted out the head of his cock. Stream after stream poured into her; the hot, thick jism bathing the walls of her pussy with liquid fire.

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Out the corner of her eyes, she spied his muzzle lowering toward her, felt the damp heat as his tongue swiped over his mark on her neck. An instant later, he sank his fangs deep in her throat, over the mark, biting down hard. “Ouch ... ooh, ahhhhhh ... yesss!” Even as she yelled at the pain of the bite, her body clenched in the throes of the orgasm slamming into her, hurling her into a void lit up with explosions and bright arcs of emotional lightning. Clearer than ever before, Hunter’s voice spoke to her mind.

Finally, we are together. I won’t let anything part us, now. Oh Melody, I love you more than words can say! Only you ... forever you! But, are we official? We will be.


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Epilogue Two months later. Rennie, an adolescent wulf bitch, stood a few yards away from the Pack Alpha’s den, trying to catch a closer glimpse of the heir’s chosen bride. The entire American Pack had gathered in the ancestral enclaves, summoned from every den and part of the United States to witness the mating of their Prime-in-waiting. It had taken a month, and still not all had arrived. Some were traveling from as far away as Siberia in Russia. No wulf would dare to miss this auspicious event, the young bitch knew. Hunter McCallum, universally liked and respected, had waited long to ensure the succession. Rennie was jealous of the well-colored, well-fleshed bitch who had already proven her breeding ability by producing a wulven-Breed pup. She’d seen the envious looks the unmated wulves gave Hunter. They all wished they’d seen her first. All the younger bitches, some friends of hers, had shed jealous tears over their failed hopes when they’d learned of Hunter’s choice. Reminiscent of the Cinderella story, Hunter’s lucky bitch would one day rule the pack at his side as Pack Prima. Until then, her title would be Pack Bitch. After the ceremony, every wulf would be required to fawn and pay homage, the wulves to Hunter in fur form, the bitches to Melody in fur and/or skin.

***** Inside Lachlan’s spacious den, Melody exchanged one last kiss with Blair before letting his new grandmamma take over. She’d offered to keep the toddler occupied for a while so his parents could enjoy this time before their marriage ceremony.

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Giving Blair a sharp nip on the back of the heels, Helvetia herded him out when he tried to double back and cling to Hunter, shy of going off with his new relative. Hunter’s mother was a pro, and Mel saw she soon had him giggling and chasing her tail as they headed for one of the trails into the woods. “Mom will take good care of him.” Hunter’s arms came around her. He lifted her face, gazing down into her eyes, looking for signs of worry. She didn’t feel any. “I know. I think he’s safer here than he is at home. There are so many people keeping their eyes on him.” “He’s the little prince -- my heir-apparent. And he’s so dark ... everyone loves his coloring.” He looked smug as he added, “I told you they would.” She couldn’t help laughing at his “I-told-you-so” expression. “Yes, you did, and you were correct. In fact, I overheard a couple calling him a bite-sized little chocolate drop. I thought that was so sweet ...” Hunter stiffened. His eyes narrowed and flared bright gold. “I’ll tell Lachlan. He’ll assign another guard to watch Blair.” That struck Mel as odd. Something wasn’t right. “Why be so concerned over a cute nickname?” “It’s a code word used to describe infant-eating. Chocolate drop for blacks; vanilla drops for Caucasians; cinnamon drops for Hispanics ... you get the drift. It’s punishable by death, but some rogues still practice it.” The bottom dropped out of Melody’s stomach. “God almighty, Hunter, I thought we were safe here!” His arms were a safe haven. “You are safe. So is Blair. I’d fight to keep it so. Of course, Blair is Breed, and when anyone gets close enough to smell it, he’d be safe. No wulf eats our own kind.” He gave her a little shake. “Don’t start building worlds where we can’t be together, woman. No society is perfect. That’s why I helped form the NHP Team.” She leaned back in his embrace, eyeing him as if he’d gone insane. “You think I want out? No way, buddy! I didn’t gear up the courage to bare my fat ass to your friends and relatives just to back out at the last minute. We’re getting married if I have to hog-tie and brand you!” “You hog-tied me the first night I met you.” Hunter groaned, swooping down to take her lips. When he let her up for air, his smile reached his bright hazel eyes. “I’ve been wearing your brand since then. You own me, not the other way around.” She shook her head. “Nope, we’re a team. We own each other.” Melody gave a nervous laugh. “I just want to get it over with before I pass out from em-bare-ass-ment!”

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At exactly one hour before moonrise, while the sun still hung low on the horizon, a naked Lachlan McCallum stepped into the center of the pack-ground’s ancient circle, threw back his head and howled to the sky. A chorus of howls rose, mingling on the night air with his until the meadow rang with the melodic voice of wulves in song. Shivering in nothing but her skin, Melody stood beside Hunter, right hand clasped firmly in his. Her eyes filled with tears. All of this was so beautiful, so majestic. She found it hard recalling why she had ever caviled against becoming one with these people. She turned her head, gazing with love and devotion at her mate. Naked like all the others in skin form, Hunter stood tall and steady, his head raised like all the others as the liquid notes of the gathering song flowed from his throat. Eyes damp, he met her gaze, squeezed her hand and continued the song, his other hand securely holding little Blair’s. Melody’s eyes watered as she heard her son’s voice trying to echo his father’s tones. On Melody’s left side, Chase clasped her hand, singing with a bass voice. His eyes met hers, gratitude shining in his clear, green gaze. His hand tightened on hers and she returned the pressure, at peace with him, having forgiven him for what he’d tried to do to her. Though bound by the order of silence that his father had muzzled him with, Chase had shared what small bit he could of what drove him with Hunter. In turn, Hunter had explained to Melody Chase’s need to have a mate before he could confront his father. That need had forced his recent decisions. Taking that into consideration, she felt there was ample room for -- if not excuse -then legitimate cause for his actions. Besides, she was too happy to hold a grudge. Yes, there was need for healing, but they had time enough ... it would come. Perhaps, one day, they’d learn more about the disaster Chase was trying to avert ... Across the circle, Fortrayn stood with his parents. Rosa and Andrea, the only ones wearing clothes, flanked him on either side. Andrea stood stoically, observing the ceremony with her usual calm demeanor. Only her constant quick, shy glances to Melody’s left, where Chase stood, gave a glimpse into her true interests. Rosa looked uneasy. The slight Hispanic woman knew her turn to stand in the circle would come two days after these festivities ended. The two friends had thought to do it all at once, share both their “wedding” days, but Helvetia had vetoed the idea. No Gamma mated in the same ceremony as an Alpha. Besides, since Rosa was human, their ceremony would have to be modified. Fortrayn could not take her in mid-form. The song came to a soft close and Lachlan raised his arms, demanding silence. His voice faded to a distant drone as Melody steeled herself for the coming ordeal ... Hunter’s mom had explained the ritual in bluntly honest terms. The ceremony always opened with the song of gathering, followed by the leader’s announcement of judgment. All capable of it would take wulf -- commonly called fur form -- and circle to witness the legally binding mating ceremony.

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First, Hunter would declare his intent to claim Melody. In response, she would go to her knees and suck his cock, signifying her submission to him in skin form. Second, he would declare his intent to bond Melody. She would run or yield -- either being acceptable. If she yielded, he would make love to her before the witnesses, proving he could gentle her in mid-form. If she ran, he would chase her down and take her anally. Mel smirked. She didn’t plan on running. The idea of being the centerpiece in a public fucking was nervewracking enough. Lastly, Hunter would declare his intent to mate Melody by taking wulf form and mounting her, hopefully impregnating her by the end of the ceremony when Lachlan would pronounce them wulf and bitch. Melody had never been into exhibitionism, and the coming hours would be hard for her, but Hunter was worth the world to her. She’d do anything for him ... up to and including exposing her fat ass to thousands of watching wulves while her soon-to-be husband fucked her brains out. She shivered again. Hunter leaned and whispered in her ear “Cold ... or feeling frightened?” She might have known he’d notice that involuntary lapse. “More like terrified!” His hand tightened on hers. In a hurried rush of words, he reminded her, “We’ve practiced this. Don’t look at the crowd. Keep your eyes and your attention focused on me.” “I’ll try.” “I’d be a poor lover if I couldn’t make the world go away.” A quick kiss brushed her lips. “Dad’s done. Here we go ...” “The wulf, Hunter, out of the bitch Helvetia who is true-bonded to the Alpha McCallum will step into the circle!” Hunter released Melody’s hand with a last squeeze and walked toward his father. He held himself like a king, and watching, Melody felt such pride in him she couldn’t keep the tears at bay. “This is my son, out of my seed. Does any find fault in him?” The silence was deafening. “Does any find fault in him?” Melody irreverently imagined a pin dropping and that cute guy in the overcoat asking, “Can you hear me, now?” She stifled a laugh. For the third time, Lachlan asked the ritual question. “Does any find fault in him?” This time, the crowd shouted and roared with one voice, “None!” Lachlan turned to Hunter and placed his hands on his shoulders. The two wulves stood face-to-face, same height, same build ... eerily alike. The father revealed what the son would look like, sixty years down the road. Melody thought she could live with it.


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“Neither do I find fault in you. Where is the bitch you would claim, bond and mate? Bring her to the pack that she might be judged.” They’d worked this out ahead of time. She refused to use the name Spenser. It wasn’t indicative of her birth heritage and Gerald had poisoned the connotations for her. There were wulves here who had known of him. Melody didn’t want her wedding day marred by memories of that evil man. Besides, her heritage was nothing, and to these people, her progeny was priceless. Hunter reached out his hand toward Melody. “I would claim, bind and mate Melody, Breed bitch, mother of the wulven-Breed pup, Blair. Melody, come to my hand.” Melody raised her chin and stepped toward Hunter, keeping her eyes trained solely on him. She was glad to sink to her knees, making her body a smaller target for all the eyes trained on her. She quickly took Hunter’s cock in her mouth and began to suck. His lusty howl and the jealous howls and whimpers of the single wulves told her she was doing something right.

***** Taking on mid-form, Hunter bore Melody to the ground, spreading her wide and notching the bulbous head of his cock in her dripping entry. With a twisting thrust, he impaled her on his thick rod, sinking his entire length into her clasping channel with one hard shove. Grinning down into her contorted face, he proceeded to fuck her into the grass. Melody threw her hips up at Hunter, actively seeking his hard pounding rhythm. She wrapped her hands around his biceps, squeezing the bulging muscles, all thoughts of their audience fled from her mind. “Oh god, Hunter, I love it when you fuck me hard like this!” She ran her toes up his legs, brushing against the soft, deep pelt covering his body. “This is how I want you ... soft fur ... hard cock ... sharp nails ...” Her voice failed as he sank deeper, surged harder, went wild inside her. “Ooh ... yes ... oh god, yesssss!” It seemed only a few seconds had passed when he stopped fucking her and pulled his cock out, the sound of suctioning flesh parting, loud in the quiet area. She felt bereft and exposed. She wailed, “Oh no, Hunter!” “Time ... mate you!” Keeping her gaze locked on Hunter, she nodded, loving him with her eyes. She didn’t resist as he flipped her over, placed her on all fours and yanked her knees apart. When he entered her, she felt him in her throat. “Tight pussy!” Hunter growled, slamming his hips against her “Hot pussy!” His rough bark vibrated along her body, adding to the incredible lust exploding inside her as the clawed fingers of one hand raked her clit and pinched the nipples of her swaying breasts. She shivered when he roared at the crowd, “My pussy ...”

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Ice and fire shivered over her skin -- the cold breeze caressed her, his warm fur stroked her. He pistoned his cock in and out of her clinging sex, forcing her tight tissue to give way before his relentless thrusts. She convulsed under him as his guttural voice roared over and over, “Mine! Mine! Mine!” As they’d rehearsed, he waited for the first orgasm to hit her, fling her to the stars before shifting totally into fur. Suddenly, she had a three hundred pound wulf riding her back, pounding into her soaking cunt. Surrounded by warm fur, hard, hot muscles, and thick, long drilling cock, Melody went taut, every muscle constricting. Her sex clamped down on her lover’s shaft, fighting to keep it deep inside her. His weight on her shoulders caused her elbows to give way and she went down on her forearms. He felt huge in this form, the wedge-shaped head of his penis hurting and pleasuring her as it hit her G-spot over and over. Her breasts swayed under his heavy thrusts. Each brush against the rough patch of grass scraped the nerves in her nipples, making them raw and over-sensitive. The tight tips screamed with the friction, pleasure and pain burning a path straight to her clit, igniting a fire there. Hindquarters flexing powerfully, Hunter growled and buried his incisors in the bend of her shoulder and neck, dominating her, forcing her submission. His paws clamped her waist securely, the tips of his claws entering her flesh as he used his hold to jerk her back on his huge erection.

Yield! The tiny pricks of sharp pain electrified her and she screamed as a brutal orgasm wrenched through her. Filled, stuffed, stretched on his massive cock, Melody raised her hips, pressing back into Hunter’s thrusts. “I yield to you!” she cried, shivering with the surge of desire flowing through her veins. Starving for more pleasure, rising up the wall of another wave of lust that threatened to flatten her under the fury of its cresting, she begged for release. “Help me come, Hunter! I need you ... to fuck me, husband ... fuck me hard!” Impossibly, his speed increased and he sank to a deeper depth, entering her womb as his knot began to form. Every last inch of her sheath throbbed -- conquered by him, filled with him as his penis grew, swelling inside her, the huge bundle of muscle and balls at its base sealing her vagina shut, rendering her womb a chalice for his sperm. “Oh gods, Hunter ... do it now! Come in me and give me your child, now!” she cried, a white-hot flare of love and lust wiping all thoughts of their audience from her mind.

Mine! Mine! Mine! he chanted on their private mind-link, his love and adoration coming through so strongly she wept in humble gratitude. A second later, his triumphant roar rose on the air as his thick seed pumped up her channel, the blistering flow scalding hot in her tight pussy.


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Collapsing over her back, his heavy weight crushing her beneath him, Hunter rocked against her big cushiony bottom, pushing into her constricting vagina from behind. Deep, hard, relentless thrusts forced his knot into the narrow corridor past her opening, mashing her clit against her pelvic bone. That was all she needed. Her neck arched, head fell back as she bucked and howled under him, coming so hard her spine bowed. Arms giving way, she fell to the ground, limp and satiated. Stuffed full of Hunter’s cock and cum, she was content to drowse in the warm, loving afterglow as tremors of residual sensory shocks pulsed in her vagina. In one of his lightning fast shifts, Hunter returned to skin form, still buried deep in her wet heat. For once, he didn’t move, didn’t roll to the side to take his weight from her. She knew why he remained. Pinned under his enormous mass, she was covered, clothed by his love -- safe and sheltered. Vaguely, she heard Lachlan’s voice raised to the gathered witnesses. “The Breed bitch Melody McCallum has been claimed, bonded and mated. She is pack! Her cub is pack! Let’s party!”

***** Left behind, the two mated lovers continued to hold and caress each other, content to bask in the security of their newly recognized bond. Melody listened as the crowd howled with joy and laughter. The ones not already in fur flashed into form and ran for the woods, gamboling as puppies let loose from training. Baying and barking, the pack’s young followed their elders, eager to celebrate the once-in-a-lifetime event of an Alpha’s true-bond mating. “You okay?” Hunter asked, voice husky with the emotions still coursing through both of them. “Never better ... and I mean that in every sense of the word!” She giggled softly, waggling her eyebrows, settling more comfortably in her mate’s embrace. Hunter chuckled, nuzzled into her neck and inhaled deeply, drawing her scent into his nostrils. “You smell like me, bitch.” He sighed happily. His big hand wiggled beneath her to splay across her belly, where his sperm remained trapped. “Now, we’re official ... and I believe I just planted Blair’s sibling here.” She covered his hand with hers, entwined her fingers with his. “I know. I can ... sense the new life!” He wrapped his arms around her dark brown body, hugging the ample curves of her, pumping slowing as his cock grew and hardened inside her. “By the Moon, I love you, Mrs. McCallum. You’re mine ... every big, beautiful black inch of you. My sweet bitch and no other’s. At least, you’re mine until all the folk return for the loyalty ceremony.” She reared up as far as she could under his pinning weight. “But I can dress for that, right?”

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Hunter laughed. “Please dress. I don’t want to have to kill any intemperate wulves on my wedding day.” Melody mustered up strength enough to turn her head, and press soft kisses to his cheek and to the curve of his neck. One hand slipped down to where they joined -- his thick white cock embedded in her dark hair-covered folds. “Don’t worry, babe. I don’t want to be with anyone else. I’m yours,” she confirmed, joyously, all doubts eternally gone. “Yours officially forever ...”

Camille Anthony Camille Anthony is a pseudonym for the author who lives in the beautifully wild Low Country of South Carolina. She is a transplant from Sunny California. A fertile imagination and a love of romance fuels her writing, which she has been doing since grade school. Her favorite stories are those of strong, honorable people -- whatever the race, or planet of origin -- who are driven by love and lust to find and hold that one special someone. She likes her heroines feisty, her heroes dominant and her passion red hot! She loves to hear from her readers. Your comments and suggestions are appreciated. Visit Camille on the Web at www.camilleanthony.com or e-mail her at [email protected].

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Blood Kiss Nick turned over in his bed, tangling one muscular leg in the covers. He groaned, sweat beading on his body.

She ran a finger down his chest as she curled up to him, her touch feather light. His chest burned as if she'd dragged a hot iron down him. He hardened, his cock aching for her touch. “Hello, lover,” she whispered, her voice throaty. Had the sirens sounded like that to the sailors? He shivered, knowing he'd willingly let her take him to his death. “Hello,” he moaned, fisting a hand in her hair, red silk against his fingers. Their mouths joined in combustion. Her tongue sliding against his ignited his whole hot body. While the first hand stroked her hair, Nick's other hand came up to palm her breast. He stroked a nipple, pebbling it. She rubbed herself like a cat against him, almost like she marked him as her own. And he reveled in it, attempting to get as close to her as he could. Her hand reached down to stroke along his cock. Mere caresses from her fingers, and he arched into her hand ready to spill. He turned her over, his hand on her slim waist. “I need you now. Need to be inside you.” She didn't answer, but opened her legs to welcome him. He thrust and almost came undone at the sensations of filling her. So slick. So inviting. So his. Like she'd been made for him. Who could this woman be? To do this to him. Make him about to spill like an untried boy. Nick rocked himself against her. She took him as deeply as he could thrust, her body so warm and perfectly fitting. His release approached. It hadn't been enough, not nearly enough loving her, but he couldn't hold it back. Her arousal changed. From desire to unease. She studied him as if somehow puzzling him out. Marcus's presence smacked him like a slingshot. “What the hell?” Nick mumbled, sitting up in bed. His covers entangled his legs and hips. Sweat covered him, cooling in the air. What the hell had happened? The woman. From the funeral. He'd dreamed about her. Having sex. Then, Marcus's spirit had invaded. How could that be?

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Nick sent out his feelers in every direction. Nothing. He had no sense of Marcus. Like it had been since he'd arrived in town. Yet in that dream, the connection had been clear. He lay back in his bed. Too early to hunt. He didn't feel like going out in the day unless he had to. Made him too uncomfortable, and his powers lost strength. This woman lit his passion like no one ever had. His cock, which had gone back to half-hardened, hardened fully. He palmed himself, seeking to ease it. How could it be possible to want someone so badly he'd only seen once and would probably never see again?

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Blood Kiss If you are looking for a good vampire romance to read this Halloween season and want to try someone new, look no further then Blood Kiss by Mechele Armstrong. -- Barb Hicks, The Best Reviews Mechele Armstrong’s enticing prose and head-strong characters make this vampire novel stand out from the rest. Witty repartee, genuine emotion and plenty of delicious sex simmer throughout every page of this novel. Blood Kiss is paranormal erotic romance at its best! -- Lacey Savage, author of I, Nefertiti (Loose Id) Vivid, sexy, enthralling! Blood Kiss is a dark, sensual, and thoroughly engrossing ride through the night. -- Amelia Elias, author of Pandora’s Box (coming soon from Loose Id)

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